Monthly Archives: July 2017

My School Days

My thanks to Sally Cronin for publishing my guest post,, “My School days”, in which I describe my time at the Royal School for the Blind (in Wavertree) and the period during which I attended Saint Vincent’s School for the Blind (in West Derby). Both schools are located in the city of my birth, Liverpool. For my guest post please visit, https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2017/07/31/smorgasbord-guest-post-my-school-days-by-poet-and-author-kevin-morris/.
To find out about Saint Vincent’s School for the Blind please go to http://www.stvin.com/, or for information on the Royal School for the Blind please visit, http://rsblind.org/.

The Timeless Power of Public Clocks

Ever since I can remember, clocks have held a fascination for me. As a child I would sit entranced listening to the ticking of a wall mounted or grandfather clock, The hypnotic tick tock combined with the movement of the pendulum transporting me to another world.

During my career I have worked in Westminster, and when the office windows where open, and the wind was in the right direction, the chimes of Big Ben reached my ears, . I feel lucky to have heard this historic timepiece, not merely on news broadcasts but also during my time working in Westminster.

Given my interest in clocks, I was pleased to come across David K. Leff’s essay, ”The Timeless Power of Public Clocks”, in which the author discusses the enduring hold communal timepieces exert over us.

In my recently published collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, the passing of time is (as suggested by the title) a key theme running through the book. “My Old Clock” is available (in ebook format) from Amazon and can be found HERE.

It is also available from the publisher in both print and electronic formats and can be found here, http://moyhill.com/clock/.

For a recording of me reading the title poem “My Old Clock I Wind” please visit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bG-TzllCqkg.

Dice

When playing Russian Roulette
There can be no denial
That a man may be lucky for a while,
And yet
As the chamber spins
His sins …
Skins against skins.

One may throw the dice
More than thrice
And avoid the shot.
On evenings hot
When the wine flows
Temptation grows
And only a strong man can resist
Perfume on a girl’s wrist.

The Cane Explained

The Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB) has produced a short film, explaining how sight impaired people navigate using the white cane.

Prior to getting my first guide dog, Nixon (no jokes about Watergate please), I used a white cane to navigate. I well remember people not paying attention to what was going on around them and tripping over my cane.

Admittedly, when I was in the process of learning to navigate using a cane, some of the tripping stemmed from my imperfect utilisation of it. However, as my technique improved, the tripping incidents which did happen flowed from the lack of attention demonstrated by sighted people (I apologised none the less)!

I am now working with my fourth guide dog, Trigger so my use of the cane is extremely rare.

However, back in 2016 Trigger had several lumps removed (fortunately all where found to be benign). While he recovered (a period of some 2 weeks), I used my cane.

Having fallen out of practice I had several bumps and scrapes as a consequence of my imperfect technique. I was, however soon back in the saddle and my acquaintance with telegraph poles and other obstacles became a distant memory.

For RNIB’s film on the cane please visit http://rnib.org.uk/cane-explained.

My collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is available, as a braille book from RNIB https://newauthoronline.com/2017/07/21/lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-is-available-to-purchase-in-braille-from-rnib/. “Lost” can also be obtained, in print and ebook formats from Moyhill http://moyhill.com/lost/.

I am working with RNIB to make my recently published collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” available in braille. Once “My Old Clock” has been added to RNIB’s shelves, an announcement will appear here.

In the meantime “My Old Clock” can be purchased, in ebook and paperback formats from Moyhill http://moyhill.com/clock/.

Virtual Reality (Genuine)

A thought-provoking post by my friend Jeff regarding our obsession with technology, which I highly recommend to you.

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W and I have just returned from a few days at a Caravan Club campsite a few miles outside London, less than an hour’s drive from home. Due largely to various family and health reasons – along with a major operation of mine,which I’ve written about elsewhere in this blog – it’s the first time in two years that we’ve done one of those trips – the sort of thing we used to do regularly and which took us to various parts of the country.

But now, as we seem to have got our lives back in at least some sort of order, we thought it time to get into the camper van again and give ourselves a break. It was wonderful! To awake in the morning to the sound of the wind in the trees; to eat breakfast watching two blackbirds, male and female, pecking around in the grass…

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Remembrance

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Cold in the earth – and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?

Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world’s tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from…

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