Archive for June, 2007

The ‘ayes’ have it

You get that feeling Big Brother from George Orwell’s 1984 is watching you?

CCTV watches our moves 24/24 in the trains, city areas and commercial centres; sometimes the cross line you get whilst on the phone could be more than a stranger on the other end apologising for listening in; the person sitting next to you on the train, could be someone who knows more about you than you think; your bank card reveals so much info about you, it’s better to pay by cash. I know in Miami, each time you go into a store, other than supermarkets like Win Dixie or Publix, they automatically ask for your address details on purchase of an item; now the normal procedure and practice in some major Hire/Service shops in the UK.

The only way to avoid paranoic ideas seeping in through our veins is to:-
Remain at home;
Contact nobody and especially anyone who turns up unexpectedly in our lives when we need support most;
Speak to no-one unless it’s the Gas or Electricity meter engineers who can show genuine work id cards;
Befriend no-one who happens to wear a ‘Columbo’ mac and says,
‘Good day to you, Miss’ and ‘By the way, you don’t happen to know where to get quality hot chocolate do you?’ Mention Starbucks and he’ll be there offering to pick up your brolly or purse, at the crucial moment;
Seek professional advice

We ‘appear’ to live in a democratic society where free speech is the acceptable norm, but if we say something ‘out of the norm’ about the Government, our every move would be under careful scrutiny from then on, so really wherever we turn, we are faced with so many rules and regulations, we haven’t really got much space to manoeuvre - ie. Smoking will be banned from the streets in the UK from July 07; Litter bins don’t exist in the underground anymore and smoking is banned on trains and in the underground anyway.

The poem, Politic by Dean Baker, makes me think of the restrictions we face even in a ‘democratic’ environment:

My comment:
literaryc

Yes, how true - democracy is ‘bliss’ if there is such a thing as true democracy and how many can say that ‘democracy’ actually exists, I’ve yet to see, in the pained expressions of many hardened hearts and minds and discussions…Thanks for bringing to the fore such much needed attention to what’s lacking in our lives even now.

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We somehow inadvertently live by the rules so much we daren’t breathe or utter anything drastically considered ‘out of the norm’ in case we are considered insane by the men in white.

Maybe we ought to change sides and live on the other side of the fence where ‘freedom’ doesn’t exist - at least then the men in white wear black.

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Waiting in earnest for Godot

The comments on the MFA writers’ program on The Elegant Variation are not only an eye opener but thoroughly enjoyable to read.

One mentioned waiting for the right comment, ‘Godot’, to suggest that an MFA writers’ program isn’t to everybody’s taste, convenience or suitability.

Waiting for Godot (an extremely brilliant play by Samuel Beckett) to appear isn’t the key though to all our solutions - unfortunately, so praying for a more convenient writing program might just prove a tad difficult especially as there are so many talented writers out there who can write a good plot and produce the bestseller of the year at the blink of an eye.

The Beckett play has a lot of moral edge to it, in fact; the main one being, the wait and time wasted waiting for that one Special Being to suddenly descend or emerge as if from thin air, which makes us wonder whether the play wasted too much time focussing on the ‘wait’.

No, the playwright is just simply trying to convey the message over to us that one of our human foibles is to keep hoping for a major change in our circumstances whilst doing nothing to bring about the major change or advance whilst in the meantime we stand, then eventually sit and lay patiently by, hoping the long and tedious wait would be worthwhile. As with the character in the play, waiting for this ‘Godot’ to show up, turns out to be a major disappointment as the character spents considerable time looking out in vain for this ‘imaginary’ Godot to appear and who never does.

Maybe the MFA writers’ program would be a good program to invest in after all - I might be waiting too long otherwise.

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Heat in my ear by Coll B. Lue

Heat in my ear

(for the Farrago June Slam Event)

The sounds came into my ears
of a singly siphon which got louder
and began to buzz wildly as a fox
in the June night, hollowing in my ear

as I tried to sleep with the music ringing
a tinnitus; I tried to think of my next word
for my next verse, waiting for a move forward
into the sounds which grew into something

more awakening and I couldn’t hear the traffic
anymore, nor the sounds which crescendoed
and then waned into the June night
where other foxes gathered in the distance

waking my mind into something more frantic
than a wail or a whine which came near to
a baby’s cry as I tried to dream that last
moment of trepidation which never got

to that height in some distant moment
of terror and immeasurable fear
of the darkness that pervaded
the last moment of that full awakening

©Coll B. Lue

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Overwhelmingly beautiful

Sometimes poetry can stir your senses to such an extent, it extends into the imaginative realms of beauty which touches the soul and makes you marvel at the imageries created.

Poetry expressed with such powerfully moving words imprints the imageries on the mind’s eye, the inner soul emerges and sets the thoughts in ink; the words grace the page beautifully with deep passion.

One such poem which expresses the beauty of the soul for me is: Touched by Suzanna Maltby

My comment:

literaryc Says: June 7th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
A powerfully moving write which stirs the imagination into thinking into the depths of one’s heart - a ‘touching’ write, thanks for sharing.

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And this inner beauty comes through her poems which speaks from the soul with the passion poetry deserves. Literaryspot's weblogLiteraryspot's weblog

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Writers’ workshops

On Elegvar’s weblog post: Why the MFA is important

My comment:
‘Memories’ by Barbara Streisand spring to mind here and thanks Katherine for this wonderfully amusing blog - and true about writing workshops! Who’s gonna want to pay the earth if we can just follow established poets for free! Thanks again for an informative and brilliantly stated review.

Posted by: Coll B. Lue June 07, 2007 at 03:34 AM

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Writers’ workshops to my mind are wonderful, cost aside, to contemplate. The only ones I’ve been to are the ones organised by my university, for my degree course on English, Writing and Publishing and the advise given stays in your mind forever.

One advise I remember well was one referring to childhood and early experiences to be used as a stepping stone for current and future writing projects; as one Guest lecturer said,
’such experiences are useful to publish, no matter what - self-publish or through a small press like, Minerva Press Ltd.’
were recommendations which were avidly forged into our learning minds and ears.

Nothing better than those cherished memories to get the ideas flowing clearly like the spring waters of the holyland - (toda Udi Guberman - the journey was outstandingly breathtaking and even today I can taste the salat katzutz and St Peter’s fish - a miracle, unsurpassable and unsurmountable).

Writers get to that workshop or else!

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Tipped by the Cabby by Coll B. Lue

Tipped by the Cabby

For a song and a good day
the driver asked a thing or two
about me and my day

I tipped him a tale or two
for showing me the way
to the cafe in W2

He spoke of that and this
his life story, his kids, wife, his day
Quietly, he didn’t sit

He drove past shops and pedestrian
sank into drainage covers and cracks
whistled by bikes and slow coaches
to get to that cafe in W2
with a tired ‘whew’
and ‘Have a nice day’
with a resounding
‘U 2′

©Coll B. Lue

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I think taxi drivers deserve a medal for putting up with awkward passengers and the heavy traffic - which can be ‘hell’ at the best of times. Yet they manage to squeeze past jags and porsches without a hint of a scratch on the car bonnet or boot. Skilled at dodging past buses and lorries at crucial moments still fascinates me but even more fascinating were their past lives as wholesale ‘fashion’ retailers or university-studded intellectuals from a third world country.

Must however commend the highly skilled taxi drivers who brought a group of us back safely to Jerusalem from Bethlehem, speedily and smoothly - although I later found out from our guide (Udi, shalom and toda :o) ) (who so wanted to take us to the borders and wait for us there but was instructed by his tour company not to do that, under any circumstance) that there were a mishap around the outskirts of Bethlehem.’We made it through the rain…got myself protected…’ by Barry Manilow comes to mind here - although it was very peaceful in the city, the questions came flooding through alright.

Danny Devito, you make taxi driving seem a ‘breeze’ in comparison - loved the series, Taxi.

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Showers of Love by Coll B. Lue

Showers of Love

In Certainty love
Fulfilled in my dreams
The rose
Petals

In centuries told
Gracing
And showered
Over

In time intimate
And for now
In some ways
Overt

©Coll B. Lue

Published in poetrymonthly.com issue 135 – June 2007

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Love meant:
‘purple hearts’ in the sixties
‘the love thang’ in the seventies
‘popular’ in the eighties with Duran Duran
‘remakes’ in the nineties
‘Girl power’ in the millenium and beyond

Love now means:
Equality

So writing about love now can fall into several categories:

Love:
a manicure;
a pedicure;
a new hairstyle;
to go organic;
to speak your language and lingo for sure;
to know how the stars of the series ‘Lost’ felt about making the film;
to see a return to the Enid Blyton and Beatrix Potter era

Love showers us with such differing ideas, you begin to wonder whether the petals in the rosebuds really did have an effect on our senses or whether they stultified them completely.

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St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (On Elegvar’s weblog post)

St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (On Elegvar’s weblog post)
Category: Music

On OUP blog: On St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band

My comment
Coll B. Lue said :
Jun 3, 2007

Excellent news! I think the Beatles were truly great and their songs still fresh even now - they haven’t lost their sparkle, which is amazing.

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Yesterday was the anniversary of the release of St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles - an amazing band and era too, still in our hearts and minds.

S’funny - when I think of The Beatles, I think of The Monkees as well and Davy Jones and their tv show.

Happy Anniversary St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band!

And thanks to The Elegant Variation for posting this blog post on the OUP blog and whose reviewer is blogging live from the Oxford University Press booth :o) : BEA QUICKIE - OUP

My comment:
That’s excellent news, TEV! The Beatles and The Monkees, all in one breath for me and to think you’re at the Oxford University Press booth, blogging live :o) - good for you TEV!

Posted by: Coll B. Lue June 03, 2007 at 11:00 AM

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Lost in a roundabout way by Coll B. Lue

Lost in a roundabout way

Faults we know not
of repent
the lies
debauchery
frailty of mind
of confessing
hiding
our truth
for ourselves
to see and ponder
in a roundabout way
on an island of our own
lost, to the ‘angels’
we cannot see
in men who try to
save us, from
ourselves
we cannot
see the meaning
of being
shipwrecked
and trapped in ourselves
through our own faults
and vainly the ‘men’
try to lead us back
to home territory
where we can
join our ‘friends’
in harmony

©Coll B. Lue

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Have you seen that tv series called ‘Lost‘?

And on mainstream tv too! Profound themes, on purgatory and lost souls who have led a life of debauchery, lies and cheating; souls who’ve practically broken all the ‘ten commandments’ given to us by Moses in the bible.

A religious programme? Not in the least.

Just a tale of morals but without the preaching implicated - no - just about how ‘angels’ in the form of men keep coming back to the island to attempt to save the few remaining human beings on earth, who are shipwrecked on a desert island. The interesting thing about this programme is that we see flashbacks of each person’s life throughout - yet, unable to see the ‘light’ they continue to thrive amongst the thickets on the island. Intriguingly though, their reactions startle us into realisation that God appears in the faces of those they’ve just persecuted or killed and their understanding comes too late.

It is an incredible story of how the survivors survive and whether they become fully aware of the whole situation or not.

Reminded me of Sue Lawley’s Desert Island Disc programme on Radio 4, where she asks guest celebrities which records they would take with them on a desert island and why?

One poem which brings the idea of lost, starkly to mind, is oH CONspiracy’s poem,
Patience Youthful Grasshopper:

My comment:

Yes the ozone and the destruction of our world are evident - the environment cries out for our help but we ignore the warnings so the end of the world seems also evident - Good write in making this the theme.

Reminds me of the series called ‘Lost’ (a main stream tv series, which is surprising) where a group of ’sinners’ who have killed, cheated, lied or led a life of debauchery are the only ones remaining on earth, stranded on a desert island, who the ‘angels’ in the form of men try to save but they remain in ‘purgatory’ without realising their faults or reasons why they are on the island. Profound write to ponder on a Sunday morning - Good Morning, Tyler Heitzman!

Posted by Collsliteraryspot On Saturday, June 02, 2007 at 3:48 PM

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If I were stranded on a desert island, I’d want a copy of :-

The Complete Works of Shakespeare - The Alexander Text Adopted by the BBC for their complete cycle of plays.

to while away the hours until the end.


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Btw, subjects you MUST NEVER study at University:

Sociology;
Law;
Politics

You’ll be tagged for the rest of your life, as set out plainly in my daily newspaper a couple of years back. Apparently, those who study the three subjects above are deemed ‘too knowledgeable….’

Having taken a bite off the apple (plum/peach) of the tree of knowledge and understanding, they keep going back for more, leaving none for the rest of us.

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Alone and Strong by Coll B. Lue

Alone and Strong by Coll B. Lue
Category: Writing and Poetry

Alone and Strong

Confident,
in my thoughts
and heart

In being alone
with my mind
to keep me
alive
and feeling strong
in the glow
for my words
alone
in my strength
not undermined
or faulted
alone
and
strong-willed and
glowing with
ideas bright
and inspirational
only when
alone
the success flows
brightly

©Coll B. Lue

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It’s a fact: Life’s a lonely journey into the unknown. Alone, the ideas flow so brightly and well that the inspirational journey is sensational and this journey is necessary if we wish to experience self-discovery and self-fulfilment. My confidence has never been undermined when alone nor is complacency given the minutest leeway to set in or take over and undervalue my self worth or achievements. Everything I do I alone have the last say in and I alone find faults with myself which can only be a good thing. Everything I do, I alone know is right because I know myself better than anyone will ever do, so alone I survive well and my well-being benefits beyond known measurements.

Nothing’s better than appreciating yourself and living the way you want and how you want and most importantly, independently and in control of your life, which in this society counts for much - ‘freedom’ to do anything is questionable, so at least personal freedom remains mine to cherish, jealously.

This poem was inspired by the poet, Dean Baker, whose poem, rings true, Chart:

My comment:

on 02 Jun 2007 at 3:35 pm literaryc

Great poem - great insight and the best way to be - alone, with your own thoughts and actions kept alive within you alone - good write, thanks for sharing these wise thoughts.

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That’s the only way to be.

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