Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Tuesday, 15 May 2007

Trees -Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; ...
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Song of the Open Road -Ogden Nash 1902-1971

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I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall I'll never see a tree at all. Ogden Nash
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Very Like a Whale, by Ogden Nash 1902-1971

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Very Like a Whale One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simi...
Thursday, 10 May 2007

The Rolling English Road -G.K. Chesterton, 1874-1936

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The Rolling English Road - G.K. Chesterton Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard ...
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Monday, 7 May 2007

Jitterbug Swing-Catfish Keith

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Sunday, 6 May 2007

A Virgin, naked, on a Dragon sits.

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In Response to comments... Pulchritudo Foeminea -Henry Peacham (1546-1634) From Minerva Britanna, 1612 A Virgin, naked on a dragon, sits. O...
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Offices To Let

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That Sinking Feeling

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One of my work colleagues sold his house and went to live on a canal boat. He was full of the benefits and joys of doing so, the reduction i...
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