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



#692

on Dec 4, 2016 in: love, poetry

A LoveI don't know why I picked it. It wasn't my usual kind: it just seemed the thing to do(maybe I felt sorry for it). But it fitted in placeand it workedwhen I tried it with you. So, I think I'll keep it. But I don't know what to call it. 28 August...

#691

on Nov 30, 2016 in: poetry, sex

Coitus InterruptusWe made loveto make upfor the poemin my head, the one with thepunch line missing. 28 August 1989    Poems are not jokes I know but there’s nothing like writing one where that last line kicks the feet from under your rea...

#690

on Nov 27, 2016 in: poetry

SecondhandI had worn the Great Man's mantlefor some timebefore I thought to check the pockets, and they were empty. In fact, they had been torn out! 28 August 1989    Do mantles even have pockets? I never thought about that before but...

#689

on Nov 24, 2016 in: BBC, poetry

The Apeman ComethI remember his eyes, his little sunken red eyes, peering out of the cavernof a grey simian skull. They looked as if they werestaring from the depthsof my past. Wondering what had become of me. And not quite able to focus. 28 August 1...

#688

on Nov 20, 2016

My Favourite AxeShe said it was a nervous habitand I said that was all rightwe were entitled to nervous habitsand I took her to meet Eugene. 28 August 1989  I knew a guy once who told me Pink Floyd was the most popular band amongst prisoners, al...

The Next Big Thing

on Nov 16, 2016

I have come to believe that there can be no adequate preparation for the sadness that comes at the end, the sheer regret that one's life is finished, that one's failures remain indelible and one's successes illusory. – Anita Brookner, The Rules of...

#687

on Nov 13, 2016 in: poetry, sex

Finding Out the Hard WaySo, you got inside me finally?Well, it's where you thoughtyou wanted to bebut did you ever thinkthere might be no way out?Why else do you thinkI've stayed here so long?28 August 1989    I love etymological dictiona...