Posted on April 9, 2017 by Simon Phipps
Child me lit up for blue lights, wanted to ride them,
saw the freedom to break rules and drive fast.
Missed that they’re arrest lights – police and cardiac;
find fear; lose liberty; run away with life.
I don’t want to ride the blue lights any more.
Blue is for skies and ribbons, for eyes and summer dresses.
The blue lights drain colour from our faces;
presage loss; predict shorter life; pin sadness in each flash.
I don’t want to ride the blue lights any more
and I don’t want you to either.
April 9, 2017
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Posted on February 18, 2014 by Simon Phipps
“Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.” — Robert Graves
(this unusual XKCD does not embed, please click to be mesmerised by it)
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Posted on September 12, 2011 by Simon Phipps
Over the weekend I realised how much pleasure I get from listening to Garrison Keillor each day with his small but perfectly formed “Writer’s Almanac” podcast.I’m also a fan of the Lake Wobegone podcast, but the Writer’s Almanac is a different, more thoughtful creation.
Catching up with a few days, I heard (among many other fragments) a deep and thoughtful poem about death and relationships as well as fascinating biographical background about American poet Mary Oliver. If you love poetry, enjoy literature or just take a delight in serendipity, it’s well worth subscribing.
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Posted on December 13, 2010 by Simon Phipps
I was delighted to have found a video of my favourite poet Mary Oliver reading her own poetry at the Lensic Theater in Santa Fe, New Mexico on August 4, 2001.
The video is also available for download, and there is also a video of an interview with Coleman Barks. A great and beautiful gift, thanks Wikipedia (where I found it).
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