Meeting writers and poets in Camden Town
On Friday night I was in London’s Camden Town for what seems to have become my regular date on the first Friday of the month, Camden Lumen Poetry where I can read one of my poems and listen to other…
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Arriving with the New Year, the first of my primroses.
Christmastide feasting is a sensible idea when the daylight hours are short and when we all need some time for social recuperation but it can also be a rather indoor pursuit. Now that the feasting is almost done, well, here…
I’m ready for Twelfth Night now
I’m always impatient for the end of the Christmas season by the time we reach this fag-end stage of the festivities. The New Year is making its own demands now and all those decorations and sad-looking Christmas trees are waving…
A sunny seaside New Year’s Day in the UK
I live just a few miles away from the sea in Sussex, UK, and yesterday, New Year’s Day, I went to get a restorative dose of our English coastline. Here in the little seaside town of Seaford, the town itself…
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year everyone – to all my blog readers of course but also to all those who don’t read them, yet. Special wishes and hopes for the troubled peoples of the Middle East and Africa and all those who…
Some Wolfie-Hippie optimism for the New Year
Wolfiewolfgang’s blog is four years old today.
President Obama 2008 President Obama 2012 It’s been a tough four years for many of us since I began my daily blogs on 28th December 2008 but no matter how bleak times have got, the blogs began with and carry…
Time to say No to your gun addiction, United States of America.
Is this the American Dream? Armed to the teeth, nasty brutish and mean? Free to own weapons of mass destruction but living in fear that their children will be massacred? I don’t think so. The Second Amendment to the American…
In the bleak midwinter – time to remember the Rossettis and Gustav Holst
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) Christina Rossetti wrote a poem that everyone knows whether they realize it or not – it is sung every year at this time and many people say it is their favourite Christmas carol. It is definitely mine.…
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that Bing
Bing Crosby (1903-1977) OK, I know. He had big ears like the heir to the British throne, he played that most boring of games, golf, he was, let’s say, conservative and more than a little bit smarmy but… God Bing…