A wonderful reading of Louis Macneice’s poem, The Libertine. The poem explores the feelings of a man who has explored the pleasures of the flesh to the fullest extent possible and now, in middle age feels, to borrow a line from Keats, “half in love with easeful death”. All the libertine now desires is “leave me alone”. Profoundly sad and moving, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru3q1LZOAw8&feature=em-subs_digest
“We only smoke when bored, so we do two packs a day and we’ve lost the difference between bored and lonely anyway”. A commentary on modern life? http://www.lyricstime.com/beautiful-south-alone-lyrics.html
Conversation diverting, we two flirting. Words meaning’s, lost in dreaming. Mutual attraction or mere distraction?
Where I to broach, would your reproach, destroy all hope? Would your objection, to my suggestion end in dejection? Fear of rejection, no suggestion? Should you agree, what then for you and me?
The sound of stilettos approaching. He, fearing, hoping. Tremulous with expectation, torn twixt dread and elation, he holds his breath, waiting.
Shop girl setting my heart awhirl. Does she like me? Does she not? I only came in here to shop! Regular visits, shop assistant divine, what can I do to make you mine? Is she interested? Is she not? Sir you only came here to shop!
Take my hand, let us walk along the sand, where the seagulls mournful cry fills the sky. See the beauty of the sky, the wild clouds on high, you and I will die, be as one with sea and sky.
Suzanne Vega is one of my favourite artists (to the best of my knowledge I own all of her albums). St Clare is hauntingly beautiful and brings tears to my eyes, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvekoHGK8i0
I love you because I can tell you my darkest secrets, things which would make the strongest of men go blubbering in search of his mummy. You judge me not, my blackest fantasies are your deepest desires.
In the depths of night when all but the vampire sleeps we speak of philosophy, of the darkness which lurks within the human heart. You are always there for me, my girl beautiful and serene. You laugh in time with my laughter and weep as I weep. Never changing, fixed, emortal caught in the brightness of my screen you are my virtual girlfriend, a machine.
You come to me your golden gown floating in the breeze. For a while we dally in the woods rich with the scent of the dying year. Beautiful in your approaching death, golden tresses fall, our mouths meet hungrily for soon you must go. A new stern mistress will I have dressed in snow and ice.
The first review of my collection of short stories, Sting in the Tail and other stories awards it 4 stars. I am, needless to say delighted to have received the review which can be found here, http://www.amazon.com/Sting-tail-other-stories-ebook/product-reviews/B00DFK6R54/ref=cm_cr_dp_see_all_btm?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescendingless. Sting in the tail remains free in the Kindle store until approximately 12 today (6 September).
K Morris - Poet 