Lucky Dip (1)

Here goes with week 1 of recording something beautiful.

I am going to start with a man who served me in Dar El Salaam Wonder Workshop craft shop last week. My flipflop had finally broken after walking me what is probably the equivalent of hundreds of miles of Myanmar streets. I asked him for some tape to try and stick it together until I could buy a new pair. Instead he pulled out some plastic thread, expertly threaded a needle and sewed the show back together. I think now the shoe might be a good for another hundred miles…

It made me reflect on the fact that I am quite hopeless unable to fix things myself and would be more likely to throw something out rather than try and mend it. But fixing something is not just about cost, it also makes sense for the environment and makes you/me/everyone less of a slave to the corporate market. I am now more inspired to learn some useful practical skills.

Beautiful, practical and human.


A poem for now

With all the news these days – I don’t need to write it down in order for you to know what I am talking about – this poem seemed a good one to share.


This poem reminds me that in each decade, each century, each circle of life we have our darkness and also our lights. Each one of us represents the foundation and possibility of goodness in the world. Whatever peace we want to see has to start from us. This is Brecht.

“Indeed I live in the dark ages!
A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens
A hard heart. He who laughs
Has not yet heard
The terrible tidings.

Ah, what an age it is
When to speak of trees is almost a crime

Even the hatred of squalor
Makes the brow grow stern.
Even anger against injustice
Makes the voice grow harsh.
Alas, we
Who wished to lay the foundations of kindness
Could not ourselves be kind.

Brecht, To Posterity

A Solemn Pleasure

Quotes from A Solemn Pleasure – Melissa Pritchard, taken from BrainPickings.

There are too many good quotes in this piece to know where to begin.

Here is my favourite:

We are in danger, I believe, of becoming accustomed to indifference, of being kept within writing workshops, conferences, and seminars where we write and read to a dwindling, closed circle of admirers.

Nearly resigned to this peripheral fate, we are then tempted to take ourselves too seriously as far as ego recognition goes, in terms of literary prizes, grants, and publications in journals, yet not seriously enough as essential witnesses to our and footsteps

‘Rare wild-maned Kelpies come to harness the river’

Echo the great beasts that work among us unbridled in this kingdom between canal and firth, here to harness the river carry each weary traveller Bow down your strong heads to taste the water Stretch up your long necks to face the sun. Mighty twins of carnera, unbridled in this kingdom between canal and firth, surface to take the strain. Clydesdales of the Carron, rare wild-maned Kelpies come to harness the river, each weary traveller, celebrate their strength never forget a debt owed, echo the great beasts that work among us. Bow down your strong heads to taste the water, stretch up your long necks to the face the sun.Kelpie1 - Version 2

Jim Carruth

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Poem by Glasgow poet Edwim Morgan 

In Glasgow

New Audio Poem: Walking Three Miles

A new audio poem from one of my poems published in 30 Poems in 30 Days.

This is a collage poem, made up of lines from three other poets: Ambika Tawlar , Chris Donegan and Philip Marley.

I really enjoyed seeing what you can stitch together from other poems and how you end up with work which is quite different and has a different message from the work of the other poets.

‘A month ago I walked three miles…

I am too much woman for this.”

Hope you enjoy.

Walking Three Miles Audio