The Truth About Lies

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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.

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Song for Night

on Jan 15, 2017 in: Africa

He who has a why? to live for can bear almost any how? – Friedrich Nietzsche, ‘Maxims and Arrows,’ Twilight of the Idols     In an interview on NPR in 2007 Chris Abani said: [M]y understanding of the world is that the most sublime th...


on Jan 11, 2017 in: poetry

Belvedere(for B.) The evening came sprinkledwith particles of poetry: feelings gripped so tightlythey seemed they could fitwithin a glimmer in an eyeor into the trace of a smile. But when preserved in wordssuch moments can last forever. And they ofte...


on Jan 8, 2017 in: poetry

Point of ViewI sent away for an opinion        of myself. It was a five-page form but I'd        heard it was worth it. The one that came back        was rather shortso I put...


on Jan 4, 2017 in: poetry

The Bedroom in AutumnIt felt older. But so did we. And the rhythm of life was slower. Even the bells hungin the cooler airto open the way for echoes past. Now the fading shadowsreach out of the tired bedas if, just to touch us one last time. 4 Septem...


on Jan 1, 2017 in: poetry

ReflectionsNowe are not readytogo skinny dippinginone another's souls. 29 August 1989    I’ve never really got haiku. I like the idea of it but at this point I’d never written one nor even attempted to write one. That wasn’t how the...


on Dec 28, 2016 in: poetry, truth

The Lights of Zebulun"On you go. Go on!Show us something poetic.Do one of them poem-things.What do they call it? A sonnet.Yeah, do us a sonnet."So I opened the eyesof the blind men thereand unstopped their ears.But they didn't wantwhat I had to offer...


on Dec 25, 2016 in: poetry

ArmageddonitisThere are people's worldscollapsing all the time.Some say it's a "bug:"The Black Death was a "bug."And they give us pillsto make themselves feel better:an empty gesturein the face of gods.You can't see them either.29 August 1989 When I...