We continue to go about our hum-drum lives while others are suffering loss.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Milk’.
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K Morris reading his poem ‘Circles’.
The debate surrounding sex work/prostitution appears to go around in circles, with one side blaming the sex bias, and saying that they should be fined or imprisoned, while the other argues that the state/society has no business interfering in what occurs between consenting adults. Often, it seems that neither side is listening to the other, while client and sex worker continue in their age-old roles.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Owl’.
I’ve always felt an affinity with owls. My home is close to a historic park in Upper Norwood (a suburb of Greater London). From time to time, I hear the owls’ eerie cry, which brings to mind thoughts of my own mortality, coupled with the death of King Duncan in Macbeth.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Shadows’.
This poem came to me while sitting in my study. Shadows played upon the walls and brought to mind the impermanence of things. I am visually impaired but can see the play of shadows on my wall, although I cannot read print.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Genes’.
Are we just our genes?
Your content is being archived
Did you know that your site (well a snapshot of it’s contents) may well be preserved for posterity?
This remains the case even if you decide to delete your blog and/or website.
Anyone interested in exploring what information is held about their site can visit https://archive.org/ and search for archived material pertaining to their blog.
https://archive.org/ is not a substitute for backing up your website (it only collects snapshots of a website’s contents).
It does, however offer a fascinating glimpse into sites, many of which are no longer operative.
WHAT YOU WILL SEE:
SELECT and CLICK the WEB icon
Type in YOUR FULL URL
See the period covered
SELECT and CLICK ANY YEAR
SELECT and CLICK ANY BLUE CIRCLED DATE
SEE the post imaged
The importance of the “About” page
On visiting a blog for the first time, I frequently click on the “About” page. I have lost count of the number of occasions when I have been greeted with the following words:
“This is an example of a page …”.
It is, of course entirely a matter for each site owner to determine what is displayed on their pages. It is, however disappointing for a potential follower to click on a blog only to find that the “About” page still carries the standard wording provided by WordPress.
I understand that people value their privacy (I do too)! However you don’t have to provide your home address and other personal details. In my opinion just a few sentences about why you started the blog and perhaps a few words about yourself create a much better impression than leaving the WordPress wording quoted above in place.
If, for whatever reason you don’t want an “About” page perhaps consider deleting it (although, in my view this would be a mistake).
In short, keeping the standard WordPress wording can create a poor first impression and may mean the difference between a person clicking on your blog following (or not following) you.
Kevin
A CD of me reading my poetry will soon be available
I am pleased to announce that a CD featuring me reading 13 of my poems will soon be available. The poems are as follows:
1. Fire.
2. My Old Clock I Wind.
3. Leaf.
4. Leaves Blown At Night.
5. Lost.
6. Ethereal.
7. Waltz.
8. The Poet and the Workman.
9. There Was A Young Man Called Rory.
10. There Was A Young Lady Called Flair.
11. There Was A Young Lady Called Anna.
12. When.
13. Dalliance.
My thanks to Peter Brazier of Vertical Rooms for his assistance in producing the CD.
If you are interested in obtaining a copy please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is rendered thus to avoid that scourge of the internet, spammers)!
Kevin
There Was A Young Man From Eeling
There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
His neighbour said,
“Your visits I dread
As you always dance on my ceiling!”.
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There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
The girl nextdoor
Said “I implore
You to come and dance on my ceiling!”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Mia
There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
In sorrow said,
“I shall be leaving, Mia!”
—
There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
Asked “are you coming to bed?”
She answered “my followers need me dear!”
—
There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her boyfriend Mark
Said “the truth is stark.
I feel that I am not here!”
—
There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her boyfriend Ned
Asked “are you coming to bed?”
She replied, “just one more comment dear!”
