New book….
I am pleased to announce my new book of poetry “The Last bus to Clifden” from the good people at Abraxas Press Help is at hand No need to worry We are all trapped in the same June Between the dais and the floor Hands of fate …
Matching meals and a folly…
G.H Tyrwhitt-Wilson (1883-1950) Gerald Hugh Tyrwhitt-Wilson, the 14th Baron Berners, was a gifted composer , novelist, painter and devisor of practical jokes.. When he was a young boy, he learned that birds learn to fly when they are pushed from the nest. So he attempted to “teach” his mother’s dog …
I want my colonies back !..
William North, the 11th Baron North Lord North was a rather peculiar fellow. He married in September and spent his honeymoon in the Caribbean. When he returned with his new American wife to Burgholt House in England in October, he announced to his wife that he was going to bed. …
The joy of being idle…
A fainéant is an idler and a sluggard. Somehow you can guess that without bothering to dig out your dictionary. Fainéants sound lazy. Why? Why, dear inactive reader, did you suspect immediately that a fainéant was a lazybones, a lie-a-bed, and a lotus eater Perhaps it was the suggestion of faint, with the éan slumbering …
Mucky Milton…..
According to the Guardian a dirty poem has been discovered with John Milton’s name attached. The poem runs: Have you not in a Chimney seen A Faggot which is moist and green How coyly it receives the Heat And at both ends do’s weep and sweat? So fares it with a …
Bashful…
Bashful is one of those wonderful words without an opposite. Try as you might, nobody will ever call you bashless. Which poses the question: what the devil is bash and how did you get so full of it? To answer that question one can turn to the Old Curiosity Shop where Dickens mentions …
Godwottery….
Once upon a time there was a truly terribly Victorian poet called T.E. Brown. His verse is filled with the three Victorian vices: unnecessary piety, unnecessary children, and unnecessary medievalisms. His most famous work is probably the following: A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned …
Etiquette…
Once upon a long time ago in France, there was the word étiquette. But it didn’t have the meaning that it has today. Etiquette was nothing to do with passing the port the right way through a revolving door. An étiquette was just a small piece of paper. So far as anybody can tell (and …
Glumming…
‘What moved thee’, quoth she, ‘hither to come?’ ‘For sooth, quoth I, to buy some of your ware.’ And with that word on me she gave a glum With brows bent and ‘gan on me to stare. – Skelton The Barge of Court (1499) Before glum became an adjective it did steady trade as a …
Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi and the joy of the Antanaclasis verse….
There’s a Chinese poem called Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi. The reason for the title should be obvious if you read the poem in Westernised script: Shíshì shīshì Shī Shì, shì shī, shì shí shí shī. Shì shíshí shì shì shì shī. Shí shí, shì shí shī shì shì. Shì shí, …