John Adlam 🌈🌍

#PoemsAbout #Ceasefire
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Joni again, I'm afraid...🥰

🎶 "We're going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk / in some neutral café / You lay down your sneaking round the town, honey / and I'll lay down the highway" 🎶

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Brilliant new online poetry mag from the wonderful Jack Caradoc. Free to subscribe and submit. Go on - you’ll enjoy it, especially if you have fond memories of the late lamented Dreich
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I think I know what you mean about Dark Star. For the longest while I used to wince and zone out at the vocals, but that chorus with its accompaniment I now find beautiful, and also that first line "Dark star crashes / pouring its light into ashes..." Perhaps I should have stopped inhaling earlier!🥰

Dark Star - Live at the Fillmore West San Francisco, 1969; 2001 Remaster Grateful Dead · Live / Dead · Song · 1969

#PoemsAbout #BlackSky
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I am off tomorrow morning on hols, will keep in touch but might be a bit quiet! My soundtrack for the theme, Jerry and the boys:
"Shall we go / you and I while we can / through / the transitive nightfall of diamonds..." ❤️🙏❤️
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Julian you are very kind. That's a wonderful response and high praise indeed 🙏🙏

Such a lovely response to wake up to this Monday morning, thank you so much Rosanna 🙏🙏

Duly followed, and welcome!

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New post on my 'Psychosocial concepts and praxis' Substack - comments always welcome!
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Thank you very much indeed! Powers, back in the day, was the spot where it all started!! 🙏

Yes, like everyone says, a killer (couple-killing?) closing couplet, beautifully set up by the first two stanzas, and my sonnet of the week for sure ... ❤️❤️

"...looking for sex in melting ice cubes..." is my favourite line of the day ❤️

"...liquid shapes / on blacked-out windows..." "...the traffic crawled. / You stretched out..." lovely rhythms and considered line-endings, and the whole very evocative 🙏❤️👏

"I never look back; there is nothing there any more." "Birds know to fly low." Spare and pellucid 🙏👏❤️

"He knows when you needed to have / your head down, when the word is / all sharp things" is brilliant, as various people have already said, and also the song and rhythms of it are just right 👏👏

double cherita heaven, with added glissando ❤️

Ah Alan, thank you, I am very touched by this feedback. The way things are kept holy by the members of the household - that's a beautiful summation of my lament ❤️

‘now you are shading / out of memory and belonging’ the slow fade of presence, not just of things but the people who kept them holy. A stunning elegy in domestic fragments. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #Starcrossed

Thank you very much Alan, and for going round this one again and finding new things in it 🙏🙏

Ah thank you John, I am glad that it bears revisiting! 🥰

Wow Emily thank you, that is high praise, especially if it does sing true. I am very sorry that you have had to go there also with this grim affliction... 🙏💔🙏

Thank you Ju that is very kind and thoughtful feedback 🙏

Rebel angel A flicker of movement between Saturday night streetlight shadows. You bolted from cover, darted across the Kilburn High Road – a sudden starburst angel, fugitive, blue-burning. Even had you fallen, flaming, down through all the chiaroscuro deeps of the firmament, you could not have kindled in me another fire such as this – so fierce and so abiding.

#PoemsAbout #Starcrossed
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I'm sorry for recycling a poem I offered not long ago, but as starcrossedness goes I couldn't think beyond what I'd written here (and I also had some other writing on the go). I look forward to reading everyone else's later! 🙏❤️

Lares and Penates (with a nod to The Dry Salvages) I don’t know that much about gods but I fancy these stately familiars have been your gods the copper coal cauldron that always wanted polishing the Provençal salad bowl the great green glass sphere filled with fir cones the battered Bakelite sewing machine your father’s cribbage board the pair of silver candle-sticks (“one each when I’m gone”, you always insisted) the Delft and Jasperware in pristine array the storage jars in the pantry the sentinel prints of the fjords forbidding in the vespertine hall and now you are shading out of memory and belonging these icons and relics that have constituted your habitat your pantheon of heedful protectors likewise are losing their power and their lustre What’s a god to do once the ancient words of prayer are all forgotten?

#PromptCombo #MyGod
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Okay, I think this is now ready enough for the table...a kind of haibun, I think it might be, and one of a series around my mother's Alzheimer's ....❤️🙏

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast Of Artwork And Poetry Issue Eleven Day Seven featuring the poetry of Paul Connolly A Feast Of Words And Image

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast Of Artwork And Poetry Issue Eleven Day Seven featuring the poetry of Paul Connolly:
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Thank you so much, Ju, for your generous praise, and for allowing my quick recycle...

I suppose asteroids waltz around the block a few times before they crash into the sun...

asteroid waltz what was it we wanted? there was never a blueprint no angels await in the atrium we dreamt the new sun as a mirabelle plum hanging low from the dawn’s crimson branches but the sun that we dreamt was a dying sun we scratched out our youth on its cold gold surface fitfully flaring like comets outgassing we are old now we dance to a faltering asteroid waltz we distantly circle and wane there never was an Architect

Thank you so much @hool415.bsky.social for the #MyGod #PromptCombo. Apologies I've missed a week or two lately. I have something on the stove but want to let it simmer. Meantime, though it's not very long ago that I posted this as a response to the #Architecture prompt, it does feel apposite...😔🙏

Ah, can't read past the Associated Press firewall I'm afraid...and wouldn't want to try. You are entirely right that race is not in fact a thing, but I suspect that I strongly disagree with you on the question of what is or is not a lie

OMFG you couldn't make it up...

Thanks for this feedback. I am glad you picked out the bit about writing at the expense of others. A colleague raised a challenge to me on this recently. Why do not White people (why do not I) write honestly and openly about and from their(my!) Whiteness? The reason I reckon is probably shame ...😞