I seem to have misplaced the first half of this year. I’m sure it was only a few weeks ago that I was girding various unmentionable parts of myself to deal with the Great Onslaught of Assorted Tradesman, and trying to put together classes to help with meeting their various (and generally quite reasonable) requests …
This is not an entirely happy post
I was going to title this one “After this I am instituting a policy of shooting on sight, definitely site” but then I thought that it might be the sort of online posting that results in government agencies taking an unhelpful level of interest in my activities. The process of renovation that began last July …
A(nother) Difficult Day
Just back from handing over the manuscript of time to sing beofre the dark to Bruce Bascand and his sister Robyn. I’ve written and erased dozens of paragraphs that follow on from that simple statement. Stupid. Let’s just go with the observation that I didn’t handle it as well as I would have liked, and I’m …
takahē: the exit interview
Joanna Preston re-interviews Joanna Preston Today, once again, I’ll be interviewing poet, editor, chicken-keeper, creative writing tutor and masochistic glutton-for-punishment, Joanna Preston. Joanna, good morning. Good morning, Joanna. Lovely to be here again. Love what you’ve done with the curtains. I haven’t done anything with the curtains. I know. This is the way I love …
Reasons not to go online – # 2,447: addendum
On the way in to the class, I needed to fill up with petrol. (The car, not me.) First option: a queue. Ok, continue in to Lincoln. Get to Lincoln. All bowsers occupied. People towing boats, filling jerry cans. People from cars standing around talking. Pull in to a car park to wait. Get gazzumped by two other …
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A Dark Feathered Art 