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The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service

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This was a favourite of my dad’s, and you can’t go wrong with Johnny Cash reciting it.   The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun     By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales     That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have… Read more »

Navel-Gazing

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He was always doing that these days. Everything he saw became a symbol of his own existence, from a rabbit caught in headlights to raindrops racing down a window-pane. Perhaps it was a sign that he was going to become a poet or a philosopher: the kind of person who, when he stood on the sea-shore, didn’t see waves breaking… Read more »

The Continual Condition: Poems

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The Continual Condition: Poems by Charles Bukowski Published: 2009 I’ve come across some Bukowski over the years, but this is the first time I actually picked up one of his collections. The sleeve description says that it contains never-before-collected poems, which I think means they were previously published but never in one of his own collections. I usually try not… Read more »

How to Make Spells

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I don’t think I’d read a word of Atwood before finding her In Love With Raymond Chandler for the last post, but I’ve been browsing through, and thoroughly enjoying, some of her poetry tonight. Spelling My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how to make spells. I wonder… Read more »

Literary Smack Talk

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Mark Twain on Jane Austen: I haven’t any right to criticize books, and I don’t do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticize Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can’t conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Every time I read ‘Pride and… Read more »