Writing

Something I enjoy

Sitting with pen and paper

Thoughts spilling over

 

Getting lost in it

The real world fading away

Transcribing my muse

 

I torture myself

By not allowing the time

How unkind I am!

 

I would not deny

Such a pleasure to others

Why then to myself?

 

Falling off my bicycle

It’s not true what they say.

I take up my pen, stare at the page.

“Once you learn it won’t go away.”

I’m an actor frightened on the stage.

But who’s watching, who really cares?

So what if no poem issues forth?

Blankness is the burden my soul bears,

A true reflection of my worth.

The world keeps spinning, snow starts to fall,

Spinning in wind, to winter’s skirl.

Snow falls, snow melts, the snow-geese call –

My voice is only little in the clamoring world.

Yet … little voices sung together can make a bigger song …

I’ll push my bike through snow and still feel strong.

Twitter spam

I know a fair few people on here and at my work have been getting Twitter spam.

This is the advice passed on from our resident Twitter guru at work:

There have been a spate of Twitter spam issues lately – mainly Direct Messages although dubious @replies do continue to appear. If you are using Twitter (whether personally or for work) I thought you might find it useful to have some more information on what to do if you encounter spam or find out that your account has been sending out spammy Direct Messages:

*Don’t click on any links from a spammy direct message*

It’s an obvious point but worth saying. Right now the trend for the spam messages is “OMG look what you’ve been up to” or “You didn’t even see the camera!” etc. Sometimes the spam is less obvious though so if in doubt don’t click. You can always contact the person to see if it’s a legit message.

*Change your password*

(1) go to https://twitter.com/ and login

(2) click on the cog/settings icon in the top right hand corner of the screen. Scroll down the menu and click on “Settings”

(3) select “Password” from the left hand menu on the Settings page. You will need to enter your Current password and then enter a new password twice. Click Save changes to ensure your password has been updated. Please note that you may need to reauthorise some apps once you have updated your pasword.

*Check which apps you have authorised and Revoke Access for some*

(1) go to https://twitter.com/ and login

(2) click on the cog/settings icon in the top right hand corner of the screen. Scroll down the menu and click on “Settings”

(3) select “Apps” from the left hand menu on the Settings page. Now look through the list and click “Revoke access” for any apps that you no longer use or do not trust. If you want to be super sure the problem doesn’t continue then you should revoke access for all apps and only re-authorise them one by one as you need them.

*Report any unknown users back to Twitter*

If you find you are getting replies rather than direct messages – or are receiving direct messages from an unknown/untrusted contact – then you can and should report them to Twitter. To do that on twitter.com(instructions will vary for apps):

(1) go to their profile by clicking on the name – this will take you either to their full profile or to a preview of their profile. Either is fine.

(2) look for the person icon – a little avatar with a silhouette of a person and a down arrow on it. Click to show a menu of options relating to that user.

(3) Click on “Report @<username> for spam” (in the middle part of the menu). This will alert Twitter to the problem and should also block that user for you (also an option on that menu).

If you have lots of problems with your account or a more serious/unfixable spamming issue then it is also worth looking at the Twitter Support pages: https://support.twitter.com/groups/32-something-s-not-working

Do keep an eye out for weird tweets, don’t click on those links, and do let others know if you see spammy messages coming from their account so that they can take action 😉

Broken links, fixed here

bring me your broken links
your time-outs
your not-founds
your bad addresses
your forbidden areas

the world is full of lost souls
full of people looking for something
something they can’t have
they are looking in the wrong place
or for something that doesn’t even exist

i can’t decide which is sadder

did you forget the password?
do you even remember your own name?

reset
start again
switch off
walk away

Births by Pablo Neruda

Magnifcent!

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Births by Pablo Neruda

We will never have any memory of dying.

We were so patient
about our being,
noting down
numbers, days,
years and months,
hair, and the mouths we kiss,
and that moment of dying
we let pass without a note—
we leave it to others as memory,
or we leave it simply to water,
to water, to air, to time.
Nor do we even keep
the memory of being born,
although to come into being was tumultuous and new;
and now you don’t remember a single detail
and haven’t kept even a trace
of your first light.

It’s well known that we are born.

It’s well known that in the room
or in the wood
or in the shelter in the fishermen’s quarter
or in the rustling canefields
there is a quite unusual silence,
a grave and wooden moment as
a woman prepares to give birth.

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Sam Baker – Angels

This is beautiful beyond belief, lyrically and musically. Such an original talent.

Lyric:

Her angels flutter around her heart
Love can heal”, they softly call
When trouble comes to the ones she loves
Her angels come

They ease all suffering, they heal all pain
Her angels come like healing rain
Love and angels conquer all
Like rain her healing angels fall

Love and angels conquer all
Her healing angels softly call,

amen

You call a truce, you call a war
Everyone is a bastard, everyone is a whore
Everyone is a saint, everyone is redeemed
Everyone is at the mercy of another one’s dream

She eases suffering, heals all pain
Her angels come like healing rain
Love an angels conquer all
Like rain her healing angels fall

Love and angels conquer all
Her healing angels softly call,

amen

Late at night when dreams are kings
I get nervous about what dark brings
I call her name, she holds me tight
She whispers “Everything’s all right

She eases suffering, heals all pain
Her angels come like healing rain
Love an angels conquer all
Like rain her healing angels fall

Love and angels conquer all
Her healing angels softly call “amen
You call a truce, you call a war
Everyone is a bastard, everyone is a whore
Everyone is a saint, everyone is redeemed
Everyone is at the mercy of another one’s dream

The Real Work

“The impeded spring is the one that sings” – sums up so much about creative work!

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The Real Work

by Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

 from Standing by Words.

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What is Divinity

Thanks for this poem, Philip, just what I needed to read!

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What is Divinity

by Wallace Stevens

What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are the measures destined for her soul.

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A selection of songs

This year I managed to write 7 sets of lyrics for the 50/90 songwriting challenge:

http://www.fiftyninety.fawmers.org/users/paul-milne

And I was lucky enough to have 4 of them set to music by collaborators from the challenge. In the past I have written my own music but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind this year to do that, so I consider myself fortunate that others there were inspired.

The Land of Breakup

(from the vaults)

I once upon a time lived in this place
where there was never a spring –
only breakup. Breakup is when the last trace
of binding ice melts, and the only thing
that’s left is mud. Mud you sink right down in,
past the top of your high-top boots,
mud deep deep down enough to drown in,
down to where the worms crawl through the roots
of stunted trees, until you hit another sheet of ice,
the kind of ice that never melts. It’s permafrost:
a cold dark place under the mud – no sun – not nice.
The kind of place where a soul gets lost.

I like it better now there’s a spring – warmth below and above,
and flowers, and the promise of hope – and no mud – and love.