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Its my blog and I’ll swear if I like …

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I recently read a post in which the author liberally employed the use of expletives/swear words. The article was on the subject of marketing and made a number of valid points. However the utilisation of foul language detracted from the points being made (to my mind at least) and had it not been for the employment of swear words I would have shared on Twitter.

I don’t consider myself to be a prude. There is a place in factual articles for the employment of expletives. For example a report of court proceedings will (quite properly) report that the defendant swore at a police officer and repeat the words used. I am frustrated when certain newspapers refuse to print expletives in full. Adult readers know what foul language is and are perfectly able to cope with reading it when it is necessary to their full understanding of a court case or other similar situation.

I also believe that the utilisation of swearing is justified in the context of literature. For instance a novel portraying the lives of gangsters would, in my opinion be wholly unrealistic where all the criminals in it to speak as though they where monks or nuns. In short what I am objecting to is the employment of 4 letter words for no good reason. To my mind the utilisation of such words merely to provoke a response conjures up an image of a person with a limited vocabulary (they use foul language due to their inability to find other words to express themselves). In many instances this may not be the case. None the less the liberal use of expletives gives that impression to me at least.

I am not in favour of banning things. Each blogger is entitled to write as he (or she) sees fit. It is, however a matter of regret to me that a minority of people seem to believe that it is somehow “cool” or “clever” to sprinkle their posts with bad language for the sake of doing so. I for one find it offensive. As always I would be interested in my readers views.

Kevin

Book by Kevin Morris printed

My thanks to Rhyme for promoting my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”.

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Rhyme is pleased to announce to its readers that Kevin Morris’ new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind” is now avaliable both in print and electronic formats. Here’s our interview with Kevin.

Readers from the UK can meet the poet live at a public readingof his new book on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30 pm.

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A Long Way Back

The barefoot girl who never was
Because
The beach
Remained out of reach
To me.
I hear the sea
And feel the sand
But I can not command
Your hand into mine,
For I find
That you are a mermaid of my mind,
Or perhaps half real,
Though one can not a kiss seal
With a middle-aged man’s hazy recollection
Of a perfection of skin
And imagined sin.

There was a young lady called Heather

There was a young lady called Heather,
Who was most terribly clever.
She wrote poetry that no one could understand
And was lauded throughout the land,
By critics, who thought her most terribly clever!

A review of “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”

Many thanks to Victoria Zigler for her review of my recently released collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. To read the review please visit http://ziglernews.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/poetry-book-my-old-clock-i-wind-and.html.

To purchase the book (in print or ebook formats) please visit the publisher’s website http://moyhill.com/clock/.

“My Old Clock I Wind” is also available (ebook only) in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.

Kevin

Nostalgia and the Poet – Kevin Morris

Many thanks to Annette for hosting me on her excellent site.

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Nostalgia (a yearning for a golden, bygone age) is present, to a greater or lesser degree in all of us. This hankering for the past runs through much poetry and is beautifully expressed by A. E Housman in his “A Shropshire Lad”:

“INTO my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again”.

In the above lines, Housman evokes a happy childhood. The recollection of which is, however tinged with regret, hence “into my heart an air that kills”. We cannot, try as we might, recreate the past and melancholy oft creeps into our soul when gazing back.

Nostalgia frequently expresses itself in a wistful evocation of a vanishing way of life. Take…

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