| 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. | |
on Aug 13, 2017
All good things come to an end, and all bad things, too, one supposes, and, as a matter of course, the noncommittal and the inconsequential… The More Things Change, Jim Murdoch This will be my last post. The last for a while in any case. A goo...
The North SeaIt's strangehow such a cold and formidable thingreminds me of you, its icy breakers failingon a beach we've never walked onnor likely ever will. And yet perhaps that is it. That after all these miles of travellingdefeat should comeat the...
The Dawning(for Cilla) Albeit far away I still sense you –a silent warmth that stirs me to life –I know you're behind me and it's time. The shadows of my past stretch before me. Should I turn around they'll still be there –I know that – but a...
Sticks and StonesThey say lots of thingsand some of them are true. They say love is blindbut it's them that can't see. We're real but all that'sleft of them is wordsand words can't hurt us. 12 October 1994 What happened with J. and me?
Blindness(for Cilla) They say love is blind to truthso tell me the truth: what is it you see? Let me hold the words. I need to touch them to know them. Help me. I'm finding my way in the dark –it's like coming home, whatever "home" really means, a...
Souvenir(for Cilla) Was it with words or a kisswe tossed it away, that part inside us boththat's gone for good? Or did they rob us? You know where I am of course: I'm apart from you. But what is it you seewhen our eyes do meet? What do they reflect?
The Visitor(for J.) He said he was a ‘visitor.’ She didn’t know the expressionbut then there was no one to ask: her world was empty. It seemed he had comea long way to see her. He called himself ‘Love’and had strange waysbut there was only...
