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Dante Among the Machines: Margaret Oliphant’s ‘The Land of Darkness’

A fascinating look at distopian literature. I haven’t read any of the books mentioned here (other than “The Time Machine”).

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In this week’s Dispatches from the Secret Library, Dr Oliver Tearle considers a curious dystopian story by Queen Victoria’s favourite novelist

The terms ‘dystopian’ and ‘ecology’ both gained currency in the mid-nineteenth century, although ‘dystopia’ has been traced back even earlier. The Victorian era witnessed the emergence of a new genre of science fiction, dystopian literature, which would produce several classic novels of the twentieth century. Victorian writers used this new genre to fashion responses to the dramatic social and technological changes they were living through, chiefly the discovery of Darwinian evolution and the rise of industrialisation in the period. The changing landscape of Victorian Britain played an important part in how authors of early dystopian works addressed questions about what we now call ‘the environment’: in both Richard Jefferies’ After London (1885) and H. G. Wells’s The Time Machine (1895), the crowded smoggy metropolis of contemporary London…

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Sugar

From time to time the newspapers and other media carry stories regarding so-called “sugar dating”. “Sugar Dating” entails a man (usually called a “Sugar Daddy”) providing ongoing financial support to a young woman (a “Sugar Babe”) in return for companionship and (almost always) the provision of sexual services. Frequently such articles glamorise “Sugar Dating”, while the more level headed among us see the practice for what it is (a form of prostitution).
The below poem makes no comment on the ethics of selling sex/prostitution. It does, however conflate “Sugar Dating” with prostitution/sex work.
As a point of information I have no interest in what consenting adults do in private (whether that be in the context of a loving relationship, a casual fling or paid sex). I do, however dislike the hypocrisy of pretending that there exists a difference between so-called “Sugar Dating” and sex work, hence this poem.

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Sugar so sweet
Looks down on girls who, on ill shod feet
Patrol the cold and lonely street.
She turns up her delicate nose
At those who in cheap clothes
Under street lamps pose.

Sugar loves fine wines
And in expensive restaurants dines
With her darling Honey
Who spends his money
As though there were no tomorrow,
Thereby concealing some inner sorrow?

Sugar so sweet
And the girl on the street
Engage in the same profession.
Discretion
Is sugar’s middle name
But, in the end they are both the same.

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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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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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Authors for Grenfell Tower

A very good cause.

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I’ve never liked tower blocks. I had a friend who lived on the 13th floor of what used to be called a “hard to let” block in east London. She loved the view from her balcony, and kept flowerpots tethered in five unblowoffable ways to the railings, but even stepping on to it made me feel weak at the knees. Perhaps my knees were already weak when I arrived, because I always used to walk up the stairs. The lift was creaky and claustrophobic. Supposing it got stuck? Supposing someone scary got in it with you?

Fire 3 Cuttings from the “I”, “The Guardian” and the “Evening Standard”‘ June 17th & 19th 2017

Even posh tower blocks – skyscrapers, rather, penthouses, high rise living and the other more affluent synonyms – worry me. The only time I visited New York, I was less scared sleeping on the 34th floor than I’d anticipated…

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How Not to Organise a Book Launch

This post acts as a timely reminder as regards the launch of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which will take place, at 6:30 pm on Wednesday 5 July, at the Railway Bell, Norwood, London, SE19.

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Close and Lock the Venue

Nothing says “Go Away!” more than a venue that’s not only closed (lights off, no signs of movement inside) but locked shut, unless you also:

Fail to Display Posters

Not only is the venue closed and locked shut but there’s no poster or sign on the door that the event is going ahead. In fact, the whole set-up screams “Cancelled!”

Even if warm and dry, it’s not a good idea to leave your audience hanging around outside, especially if there’s nowhere to sit because some people can’t stand for long.

Don’t tell the Audience which Entrance will be Open

For security or logistics, it might be that only one entrance will be used for the event. However, if the audience is used to all entrances being open or regularly use one of the entrances which will be shut on the night, a poster/sign would help.

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An Invitation from Kevin Morris…

My Old Clock

Poet and author Kevin Morris invites you to join him for the launch of
his latest poetry collection My Old Clock I Wind and other poems on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30pm at the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Norwood, London SE19 1PF

Further details about the venue can be found HERE

The title poem of the book.

My Old Clock I Wind

My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone

About Kevin Morris

Kevin comes from Liverpool and attended a number of schools for the
sight impaired and following his A-levels went onto study for his BA in
History and Politics and then his MA in Political Theory at Swansea
University.

Since 1994 he has lived and worked in London where he works
full-time and since 2012 has found the time to write and publish books
and post interesting articles on his blog New Author Online.

The added twist to this is that Kevin uses software that most of you reading this will never have to utilise.
Kevin has been blind since a blood clot caused severe damage when he was
just 18 months old.

Whilst he possesses enough vision to distinguish between light and dark and can see the outlines of objects he requires the assistance of Jaws (Job access with speech) and braille to use his computer.

However, you will find as you enjoy conversations via the web that this
does not cramp his style in anyway and he is a prolific author with
several published collections of his short stories.

Here are Kevin’s Online Links:

BlogGoodreadsTwitter
Kevin’s Amazon US author page
Kevin’s Amazon UK author page

Wine and cheese will be provided for guests on the evening and other drinks and refreshments can be purchased at the bar.

Please RSVP to Kevin Morris directly at his email: newauthoronline (AT) gmail (DOT) com

In terms of getting to the venue, the nearest station is Gipsy Hill, which is about a 5 minute walk from the pub.

Crsytal Palace Station is approximately a 10-15 minute walk from the pub.

Kevin looks forward to welcoming you on 5th July to celebrate the publication of his latest work.