Cost of the Blues (Title courtesy somethingnewplease )

I took it

I learned it

I held it

I turned it

I worked it

I played it

I felt it

I became it

and when the lights went down and the glass was empty I sat alone, my ears ringing while my heart beat kept time with my tears falling in an empty hall.  Somewhere east of satisfied I left my happy on a doorstep where everyone wiped their feet on my self respect.  Now, I’ve got nothing but a pair of red shoes, a notebook and some blues on my back that cost too damn much.  I don’t know about you, but there is something to be said for planning ahead.


Paul Squires and Proust

As many of you know, Australian poet and writer Paul Squires has died.  I didn’t know him very well, but we did sporadically comment on each other’s blogs and I do own a copy of his book, The Puzzle Box.  His writing was unique and infused with his love of music and Paul Squires transformed words into jazz, each syllable a note in the composition of his artistic vision.

One year ago August 2, Paul visited this blog and as it happens I’d posted a version of The Proust Questionaire.  It took some cajoling, but he eventually posted his answers in my comments section.  Here they are.  Farewell Paul, fly high and thank you for your words. they will be treasured by many.

Paul says:

1. What is your primary characteristic?

2. What qualities do you love in a man?
An understanding that that is first and foremost a responsibility.

3. What qualities do you love in a woman?


4. What do you appreciate most about your friends?

5. What is your main fault?


6. What is your favorite occupation?

Can’t decide.

7. What is your idea of happiness?

Absence of need

8. What is your idea of misery?

Constant need

9. If not yourself, then who would you be?

Someone with a heartbeat and a brain

10. Where would you like to live?


11. What is your favorite color?

Right, now Mango Sunsets

12. Who is your favorite author?
Kiersty Boon

13. Who is your favorite poet?
Bryan Borland

14. Who is your favorite fictional hero?

The bloke I am playing in Fallout 3. Well anti-hero obviously.

15. Who is your favorite historical hero?

Richard 3

16. Who is your favorite composer?

Keith Jarrett

17. Who are your heroes in real life?

Lots of nameless people I see in the sreet.

18. What is your favorite flower?
Chysanthemums Cos it’s such a spectacular word.

19. Who is your favorite painter?


20. What character in history do you most dislike?

George Bush and cronies,

21. Which is your favorite name?


22. What is your favorite food?

Anything Wil Cox Jnr cooks, I eat.

23. Which is your favorite drink?


24. What do you hate the most?

25. What talent do you wish you had been gifted with?
I don’t like regret, and this question triggers a storm of regret.

26. How do you wish to die?


27. What is your present state of mind?

Not quite empty but this is a lot of questions.

28. For what fault have you the most tolerance?


29. Do you have a motto?


30. What would you like to do right now?

Don’t ask.

A Follow Up To The Bukowski Clay Feet Video

Mark (opoetoo) put this link in the comment section and I wanted to share it with you. Elizabeth Gilbert is doing a service to writers and artists by exposing the facts about where we get our ideas and inspiration. She really does honour the place where our work originates and it isn’t within us, but you know that don’t you? 😉 Enjoy. Thanks Mark!


You write it
starting with a letter
becoming a sentence
paragraph to paragraph
a very detailed account
of a life somewhere
a week of heart beats in a page
a year of breath in a chapter
tear soaked page nine
runs like a river gone wild across the dialogue
drowning the laughter on page ten
and you feel it
so they will feel it
when they read it
and when you end it
with a final black ink dot period
You right it

Something I Want To Tell You…

Not long ago many of us were deeply affected by the horrific disaster in Haiti.   Naturally, as a writer it moved me creatively and I wrote a poem designed to stimulate the love and compassion muscles in those who read it.  The idea was to inspire the readers of this blog to open their souls and wallets and give something to help those suffering and struggling to survive.  After a while,  I submitted it to Annmarie Lockhart over at Voxpoetica, who in turn urged me to  send it along to Lisa Marie Basile, the editor of The Caper Journal. I did and she has given me the honour of appearing  in an upcoming print journal she is producing called VWA, or Voice in kreyòl.  The Brilliance behind this idea, is to use our words  to raise money that will assist the survivors of the Quake in Haiti.  I cannot tell you how very grateful I am to both Annmarie and Lisa Marie for allowing me to contribute my poetry to a cause that could possibly feed, heal or soothe another human being.  What more could a writer desire, than to have their work used in such a noble and caring way?  I’m terribly humbled and in that spirit I ask those who read this blog regularly as well as the sporadic visitors who slip in through the door for a curious look around, to please bookmark the Caper Journal website and when VWA goes on sale, I urge you to buy a copy. You never know, your purchase may save a life.  Thank you good friends and scribes, may your day be filled with brilliance.   🙂

*I would also like to mention that a wonderful poet Tel Mcgaha is  part of this project as a contributor of his poetic talent.  Once again, please help us to help those who are unable to make this request for themselves.  Your karma will thank you. 🙂

An Award!

I’ve just been given this award by Dr. Tom Bibey, a very bluegrass cool blogger who writes the most wonderful stories.  Thank you Dr. B!  The origin of this award is actually at Sharon’s blog.  She is also a superb writer and another must read!

Okay, now seven of you lovely people also get this award

1. Tel

2. opeotoo

3. PoetTraveller

4. Jessie Carty

5. MedicatedLady

6. Mariana Soffer

7. Bryan Borland

Wanna Participate?

The sky.  It’s always up there and it seems poets, writers and artists are always staring at it.  Trust me on this, where do you cast your eyes when you are stuck for a word or phrase.  If you are a photographer, don’t you just fnd it endlessly fascinating to capture every single cloud and colour that cosmic ceiling produces?  How many poems are dedicated to clouds and if not, the sky itself?   How about  those winged creatures who make it their playground?

I’m sending out a request to anyone who even sticks a toe in the invisible door of this blog:  If you have a picture of the sky from your corner of the world, would  you be kind enough to visit:   This Blog and follow the instructions.  You will make Jessie happy, you will make me happy and you will be contributing to a nifty plan.  The result will be a beautiful array of photos of our individual segments of the sky.  Stars…blue skies…storm clouds…funnel clouds…lightning…whatever flips yer switch will do.   Merci, thank you and good vibes.