The Truth About Lies

Blog URL:http://jim-murdoch.blogspot.com/
Blog Tags:writing, poetry, book review, language
Country:United Kingdom
Location:Glasgow

Scottish author Jim Murdoch discusses writing, his own and other authors, and muses at length about his fascination with the perversity of language. Veering from the nostalgic to the acerbic his blog will amuse anyone with a love of language.



Latest Blog Posts



The Anatomy Lesson

on Jul 19, 2017 in: novel

The burden isn’t that everything has to be a book. It’s that everything can be a book. And doesn’t count as life until it is. – Philip Roth, The Anatomy Lesson “The Anatomy Lesson is about the imprisonment of self-absorption, of inscri...

#746

on Jul 12, 2017 in: poetry, school

The Secret Place(for J.) Though not too farit is difficult to reach. I sent my eyesbut they misread the signs. And then my tearsthough they broke down on the way. Now it's just meand I'm not going awaytill you let me in from the cold. 15 July 1994&nb...

#745

on Jul 9, 2017 in: poetry

Holding On(for J.) She cradled the receiverlike an extension of himhanging onto the momentand wrapped her arms around herself –a surrogate embrace –while his gentle words warmed her. Someone out there loved her. 10 July 1994    Mobile...

#744

on Jul 5, 2017 in: poetry, truth

Moment of Truth(for J.) She found herselfalone with the truth; it was an awkward moment –they'd not been introduced. They'd seen each otherover the years, of course, a nodding acquaintancein a small town. He wasn't what she'd imagined –quite a ge...

#743

on Jul 2, 2017 in: poetry

Promises(for J.) It seemed such an appropriate placeto begin a journeythat would never end: a beach that went on foreverbeside a sea that wrappeditself around the globe; the symbolism had notescaped him, nor her, as she reached for his hand. The futu...

#742

on Jun 28, 2017 in: photography, poetry

A Voice to Need(for J.) I lay on my bed last night, grafted your faceon a past we could never haveand filled it with memories –only good ones –where all the rows ended in love. But the images were stills, just photographsof a dream waiting to hap...

#741

on Jun 25, 2017 in: dreams, poetry

Messages(for J.) Words can be filledwith all sorts of things: meanings and feelingsand secrets and lies. I found some of yoursin a sentence todayhiding in a letterpacked full of truths. I wasn't sure whatthey meant at first; it scared me, but I want...