A Poem and A Boo in D

As part of the ongoing excellence that is The Gingerbread Poets' Society, here is a poem written using lots of words beginning with D. You can read it or listen to a somewhat jumpy recording of me reading it below.

Despot's Depot

Digging digits devour dirt like hungry teeth in flesh,
Down to despot's depot where the deadly dangers rest,
Through dust and root and mud and sand and darkness dealing hands,
They drive defiling daggers through the dry and dying land.

Dreadful calls of muffled dread all mixed with soil and earth,
Defiant throats devour dirt, erupt with acrid births,
All mice and men and swine and herd and fish and snake and bird,
Descend like stones to depths below, demented and absurd.

Delicious death invades the nose and drums upon the eyes,
Derelict subconscious drones buzz around like flies,
Drink the cold and mist and fright for all the world is dead of sight,
As time decays, devours, consumes in gloom and woe and night.

Derisive hands and blackened teeth, reveal and feel and claw,
Detritus of the mind unwinds and searches for a door,
Shadows bend and wrap and cloak and loom and howl and choke,
For draggletails and dustmen both are set upon the smoke.

Decaying dump of dung and dregs, of forms that once were driven,
Ambition, will and decollated dreams bleed delirium,
Now dank and dark and dire and hate and loss and fear and fate,
Redemption drips on honeyed lips, diaphanous souls in wait.

Week of Woe

2011 has, so far, been a mixed bag. My basic reality has been somewhat exhausting, frustrating and reminiscent of 2010. My aspirations, on the other hand, are zinging and running around my head like a troupe of dancing pixies. These two forces have left me dangling somewhere in the middle. I'm waiting for one to end and the other to kick into gear. Currently, it's annoying.

I'm working two more five day weeks at the office. Not because I want to, but because I think Dave my have a breakdown if I don't help him out. It shall all end on 29th Jan and I shall return to my part time employment, lie-ins and solitary writing / reading marathons. But for now I hate living this way. I hate returning from work, struggling to cook something and then collapsing into bed. I actually felt relief when Friday evening arrived. I've never been the type of person that lives for the weekend but I actually couldn't wait for it to arrive. I died a little inside each day.

Enough of this, good things are a-coming. There's so many creative projects that need working on that I'm wishing away the next two weeks so that I can sink my teeth in; book, sitcom, poetry. There are also some social activities coming up that have me smiling too.

Poem based around and using words beginning with D shall be posted sometime tomorrow. I'll Boo it too, yeah. Wicked. Gonna go running now.

2011. A year with a difference.

Okay, so taking a quick look down this page will reveal that today is the first day of blogging since the summer of 2007. A lot has happened since then. Sadly, not much of it is particularly interesting.

Notable events (for good and/or bad) include; going to Antarctica, publishing Spritz (and getting an audiobook deal), losing many loved ones, meeting some very new ones, the ongoing illness debacle, the discovery of antiques and finding some very excellent writing chums.

2011 is a year for change; mostly of attitude but also of lifestyle. I've cut down the amount of paid work that I'm doing, in exchanged for soul enriching work. I will probably get thinner, but I shall have a full heart.

At the end this month I'm sending a sitcom off to a BBC competition. I was writing it last autumn with a plan to send it around the production companies in early 2011. It's about a touring function band in the style / feel of Peep Show / Spaced / Black Books etc. If anyone's interested in reading some then let me know.

In February I'm heading back into my second novel 'theLost and theForgotten' which has been languishing on my hard-drive for almost a year. Time to kick it into shape and get it out to agents and publishers. Again, interested readers let me know. Here's a link to an extract

I've also joined forces with an awesome bunch of interesting, funny and smart people to write poetry and eat some lovely cake. The Gingerbread Poets Society has already spawned a few creative works. I shall bow out for now with a small poem.

The Icicle Pirates
Beneath sails of sleet, on planks of ice,
The Icicle Pirates prepare to fight.
On seas of crystal, under carrion skies,
The Icicle Pirates turn their eyes—
To craquelure fingers on swords of floe,
And muskets dripping with falling snow.
They watch and wait for sunlight to die,
Reflecting no more off each diamond eye.

Under darkness they glisten and harden and wait,
The Icicle Pirates gird their power and hate.
The violence to come is shrouded in fear,
The Icicle Pirates sharpen their ears—
To cries rising up and feet that pound down,
Like daggers of lightning they pierce the ground.
Screeching and scrapping the Pirates let fly,
Shards of existence, glisten, fall and die.

Book Tower 2011

For the past few years I have been buying books. I've read lots of them, but many have remained unread, unloved and under the sideboard. I am now going to dig them all out, pile them up and make a list. I will then read these unloved tomes through the course of 2011 (I'm guessing they'll be a fair number). So, here goes... Back in a tick.

OK, dug them all out. At least, I hope this is all of them.

The Liar - Stephen Fry
Generation A - Douglas Coupland
Leviathan or, The Whale - Philip Hoare
A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian - Marina Lewycka
The Book of Dave - Will Self
Inkdeath - Cornelia Funke
Necronomicon - H. P. Lovecraft
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
Consuming Passions - Judith Flanders
The Great Influenza - John M. Barry
The Children's Book - A. S. Byatt
Quantum Physics and Theology - John Polkinghome
Little Women and Good Wives - Louisa May Alcott
Chaos - James Gleick
Psychic Warrior - David Morehouse
Unseen Academicals - Terry Pratchett
Bagombo Snuff Box - Kurt Vonnegut
The Rum Diary - Hunter S. Thompson
The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson
Rites of Passage - William Golding
Everything is Illuminated - Jonathan Safranfoer
The Classical World - Robin Lane Fox
Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman
Revolutionary Road - Richard Yates
The Call of the Wild - Jack London
The Graveyard Book - Neil Gaiman
The Gormenghast Trilogy - Mervyn Peake
Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
Genome - Matt Ridley
Beowulf
The Oxford History of Ancient Egypt - Shaw
The Search for the Dice Man - Luke Rhineheart
The House of the Spirits - Isabel Allende
Daughter of Fortune - Isabel Allende

Wow, only 34. I shall devour these by the years end if not before. Easy.

Firstly, I must finish the three books I'm in the middle of...