An interesting article by poet Wendy Cope entitled “You like my poems? So pay for them”, https://www.theguardian.com/books/2007/dec/08/featuresreviews.guardianreview14. In her article, Cope bemoans the tendency of people to copy and circulate poems that are in copyright without obtaining the permission of the poet in question.
Cope’s piece reminds me of an incident involving an acquaintance. The gentleman in question told me how much he had enjoyed reading one of my poems (on my website) and how it was now on his phone so he could refer to it more easily. On the one hand, I was flattered to hear that my work had brought so much pleasure to someone who I liked and respected. However, on the other I wished that my acquaintance had asked my permission or maybe even bought one of my books! Rather than embarking on a potentially embarrassing exchange, I smiled and said how delighted I was that my poem gave him so much pleasure.
Of course many of my poems are available online (on this website) and I have no issue with people using the reblog facility to share portions of them with their followers. Likewise I’m delighted when people share links to my work on Twitter and other social media. There is, however a difference between such sharing and copying whole poems without the poet’s permission. Many people copying and/or reproducing poems without permission mean no harm. It is none the less wrong for them to do so without the express permission of their creator.
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There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who wrote a book all about me.
When she asked “do you mind?”
I replied “you will find
A letter from my lawyer named Magee!”
Now you see it, now you don’t
The internet is a place of impermanence. Now you see content, now you don’t.
In 2016 I was privileged to be interviewed by Tom Cannon of Croydon Radio, regarding my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”. A podcast of my interview subsequently appeared on Croydon Radio’s website and I linked to it as a permanent record of the event. Sadly anyone who visits Croydon Radio’s website today will receive the following message
“Croydon Radio has now closed. Thanks for listening.
Fortunately my interview still exists and can be found on my publisher’s website, http://moyhill.com/lost/assets/km-interview-croydon-radio-2016-04-09-16-00-53-edited-64k.mp3. However there will, I am sure be many others who did not obtain edited copies of their podcasts, who’s broadcasts are forever lost.
Authors and other creatives put considerable time and effort into obtaining radio interviews and it is a feather in one’s cap when a broadcaster agrees to interview you. However, as demonstrated above nothing is forever. Consequently (if you possibly can) its well worth obtaining your own copy of that interview of which you are so proud as it may not be where you think it should be (on the broadcaster’s website).
He Watches
He watches from the bed.
There is nothing to be said,
For the mirror that reflects
Neither accepts
Nor rejects
There was a young lady called Glitter
There was a young lady called Glitter
Who spent all her time on Twitter.
Her boyfriend named Jack
Said “your love I lack.
I feel so incredibly bitter!”
—
There was a young lady called Glitter
Who spent all her time on Twitter.
Her boyfriend named Luke
Was obsessed with Facebook.
It made Glitter incredibly bitter!”
Listening to myself on the radio
Listening to myself reading poetry on the radio,
I ponder on “what will people think?”
Will they wink
And shake their head?
Best go
To bed
And worry not, about the words said,
For I am tired
And need my sleep
Reminder: Kevin Morris’ Poetry To Be Featured On Audiobookradio today (Monday 10th July)
Just a quick reminder that my poetry will be featured on Audiobookradio at 2 pm and 10 pm today (Monday 10th July) and at 6 am on Tuesday 11th July.
(Please note that all times are UK).
To listen please visit http://audiobookradio.net/
England Is …
England is ticking grandfather clocks
And country cots,
Their doors still without locks.
It is a place of church choirs
And open pub fires,
Where dogs lie
While their owner’s sigh
Or laugh
Over an article in the Daily Telegraph.
England is young men full of testosterone
Who refuse to leave it alone,
And draw their knives,
With no concern for mothers or wives.
England is a tower block
Where people lock
Their doors
Against thieves and hoares.
England is a place of country houses,
Where spouses
Sit at oak tables
Cherishing half fables
Of a past
That is vanishing fast
A Gentleman Went Awalking
A gentleman went awalking
And heard the people atalking
About hell
And the demons that therein dwell.
“Your soul
Is his goal,
He will steal it away
Ere close of day.
So beware
And have a care”
A priest did say.
The gentleman leaned upon his cane
And I maintain
That by the street lamp’s pale light,
I saw
That night
His claw
And a tail.
I returned home much shaken
Though I could have been mistaken,
About the tail …
Poet Kevin Morris’ work to be broadcast on Audio Book Radio
I was delighted to receive the following message from Audiobookradio earlier today,
“Your poetry will be featured after George Szirtes & Amber Agha this Monday 10th July on our daily poetry hour which is 2pm & repeated 10pm & Tuesday 11th at 6am”.
To find out more about the station or to listen to programmes, please visit, http://audiobookradio.net/
