A Journey to the Source of the Nile

I've been reviewing and correcting broken links in the old LJ-Imported posts of my 'home' journal*.

I've interacted, briefly, with an awful lot of people over the last decade-and-a-bit. Most have stopped posting and many have deleted their old LJs; a few are now active on Dreamwidth and if I've recently granted you access, it's a throwback to some long-forgotten comment or a longer conversation that we never got around to restarting.

It's interesting reading my older posts: some of them are "Wow! Was I ever that good as a writer?"; most are dull, and many of them are toe-curlingly self-centred and best left unread. But I wrote them and hit 'Post' and they can stay there: Facebook's the place for the polished and redacted picture; here is where you get the warts and all.

Interesting, too, that my best writing and the most interesting things that I've found to say are in the comments I have posted on your journals: I might sometimes be a passably skilful writer (or an appalling Limericist) but I am not a particularly original one and I am at my best with ideas and the inspiration other people offer me.

And that is all ephemeral, for comments elsewhere do not get imported by the Dreamwidth import engine: and they were never mine to 'own' for they are in other peoples' spaces, and insired by their ideas.

So: Hi. Remember me? I'm posting a bit more, and trying to keep up with the reading list. And that, alas, has become much easier to do, even if I only catch up at weekends.

If there's a comment of mine that you actually remember, post a link to it - or copy-and-paste the entire thing here, into a comment about a comment.





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Sad news, yesterday, of Peter Firmin's passing.

For those of you who don't know British childrens' television he was the very, very English Jim Henson: one of the rare and precious adults who can truly play, and write, with the joy of a seven-year-old child.
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Apologies for the delay in composing or perpetrating poetry yesterday, for day 18 of NaPoWriMo: the intended subject proved quite challenging.

That is to say, dismaying: for it is himself, the Right Honourable Gentleman, Minister and MP for Surrey Heath, Mr Michael Gove.
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I shall endeavour to produce another masterpiece today.

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Day fourteen of National Poetry Writing Month, and nobody has begged me to stop. Yet.

Given the misogynistic tone of many Limericks - and of profanity in general - I will endeavour to provide some gender balance in the tide of salacity and slander.

This policy will be extended to the tide of disturbing perversions and improbable injuries: gentlemen, you have been warned.

However, today's effort is merely rude, despite the promising beginning:

A gentleman knows when to burp,
To gargle and swallow, or slurp:
    The peak of his art
    Is to sneak out a fart
And to blame it on some other twerp.

There is an obscene version and I will supply it, if asked, in a comment.







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Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo, and I've only got five minutes to post one...

So here's an out-take from last week's literary adventures in York:

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Day 9 of my continuing campaign to lower the quality of the Nation's poetry, under the pretext of National Poetry Writing Month.

Or NaPooWriMo, in a recurring theme of the classical Limerick.

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I have dedicated other works to this paragon of aristocratic virtue - his views carry some weight these days, and they are as offensive as they are dangerous - and I may return to this particular Limerick if a better first line occurs to me.







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Day Seven of NaPoWriMo, the National Poetry Writing Month, and I have decided to draw on my specialist knowledge of the financial services industry:

A gentleman broker from Surrey
Went out on the coke and the curry
He brayed and he snorted
The waiters retorted:
"That's chilli not coke, not to worry!"

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It could be that I am mellowing as I discharge my creative urges.







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Day Five of NaPoWriMo, the National Poetry Writing Month, and I have declared a temporary halt to the torrent of triple-rhyming filth.

Its still a Limerick.

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Abnormal service will resume tomorrow.







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Day four of National Poetry Writing Week, and nobody has begged me to stop.

As I am still in York, I'm going to recycle yesterday's regional theme of romantic adventure and rotational misfortune: partly, because my muse is beginning to regret the idea and originality isn't my long suit; and, partly, because every misogynistic Limerick should be balanced by at least one offence against masculinity.

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