Noinvisiblehand is back for ever. He writes two blogs, one of which ismostly private, the other one (which is pure fiction)is called parallellondon, which you really should visit…
I am unpretentious, and have not read a huge amount, preferring to keep my writing style as uninfluenced as possible. When I do read, it’s trashy spies chasing spies and ufos landing on earth, stuff which I can analyse quickly and forget just as fast. I have little patience for over analysis, and believe the feeling carried on my words should be enough to give you an understanding of my work.
Still, Stepphen King has had an unfortunate effect on my writing (overarching sketichiness which gets a bit irritating at times) but we all have our faults.
I am introspective too, which is a nigh impossible to keep out of my fictional stuff, and I use to its full advantage in my poetry. My poetry, more or less, is a journal of feelings through time, although I do work on epic and self standing poems which are less about me and more about my perception of others.
The reason I give this long intro is because it is the season of the Narcissus… and I saw a narcissus introduction which was quite glossy…......
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She stands there, silently contemplating you in the autumn afternoon, seeming to float on the light mist. Her dress flows and melts into the grey, loamy earth, and you are wondering : ‘Who is s…
Laziness is rising from the swamp, and soon something wonderful will be on the table. It sounds kinda cool. It’s mine!
Confusion, really / rules the roost,
The way that I feel / Like overcast steel / I’d like to make a deal / my face hidden under a veil / but in keeping it real / my embossed golden seal / leaves me spinning on my heel.
Syllables flying off / multivariate tongues / in the marketpalce / fish tails / and mutton chops / and plastic basins / made in China / and all humanity / so varied thronging and pushing, / talking in…
Onto the napkin tablecover, / splashes a drop of coffee / ecrypted codes / which remain a hint / but a mystery all / at the same time. Inconspicuous, inoffensive jazz / bringing up the rear / lull…