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Peter J. King

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Poet, painter, translator (mainly from modern Greek & German). Originally from Boston, Lincolnshire, I now live in the Oxfordshire Cotswolds. https://wisdomsbottompress.wordpress.com/peter-j-king

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Crazy - Andrea Motis & Joan Chamorro quartet
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Andrea Motis & Joan Chamorro Quartet - "Crazy"

#song #jazz #jazztrumpet

02.03.2026 22:20 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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From a short sequence of "Lion Cities" (written before Russia's invasion, incidentally): Lviv and Venice.

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #lioncities #lviv #venice

29.06.2025 16:42 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Nicosia, Cyprus: i. Bedesten (indoor market); ii.-iv. Selimiye Mosque (formerly 13th-century St Sophia Cathedral).

#photo #photography #architecture #mediaevalarchitecture #nicosia #cyprus

02.03.2026 20:43 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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"Spring" (acrylics on paper).

#painting #art #acrylics

02.03.2026 20:36 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Another Labour Leader who turned a blind eye to genocide dragged the UK into another war. This is Trump's war; he doesn't even have the backing of his own citizens. Perhaps the UK will show the Labour Party exactly what they think in May at local elections.

#removestarmer #stopthewar #diplomacy

02.03.2026 12:54 β€” πŸ‘ 3    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

don't think that anyone's asking that, to be honest; the answer's too obvious.

02.03.2026 20:28 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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A nice day out! 😺

02.03.2026 14:41 β€” πŸ‘ 484    πŸ” 94    πŸ’¬ 11    πŸ“Œ 6

But that's the wrong Ayatollah -- it's Khomeini.

02.03.2026 18:20 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
The Conjecture of Wolves 

in the snow
the wolves are not wolves at first
but a conjecture of moving shadows
an argument the night makes

i remember
or invent
a book
in which every footprint is a letter
and the whole meadow a page
that refuses to keep its text

the pack crosses the white 
like a single thought
divided into bodies
as if multiplicity were only a trick
the mind employs
to avoid its own solitude

each breath is a brief fog
erased as it appears

memory too
a tracker in the dark
following a scent without a name

if i were another man
or this man in another winter
i might say the wolves are hunger
or fate
or the old logic of blood

but tonight they are something quieter

a moving form of time
a sentence without punctuation
that will not stop for my meaning

the moon cold and exact
as a coin offered to charon
pretends to be a witness

the trees hold their black signatures
over the page

when the wolves vanish into the pines
the field remains immaculate
and yet altered
as if the world had been read aloud
and the reader closing the book
left no mark
except the faint knowledge
that it would be read again



-Gerhard Oevermann 2026

The Conjecture of Wolves in the snow the wolves are not wolves at first but a conjecture of moving shadows an argument the night makes i remember or invent a book in which every footprint is a letter and the whole meadow a page that refuses to keep its text the pack crosses the white like a single thought divided into bodies as if multiplicity were only a trick the mind employs to avoid its own solitude each breath is a brief fog erased as it appears memory too a tracker in the dark following a scent without a name if i were another man or this man in another winter i might say the wolves are hunger or fate or the old logic of blood but tonight they are something quieter a moving form of time a sentence without punctuation that will not stop for my meaning the moon cold and exact as a coin offered to charon pretends to be a witness the trees hold their black signatures over the page when the wolves vanish into the pines the field remains immaculate and yet altered as if the world had been read aloud and the reader closing the book left no mark except the faint knowledge that it would be read again -Gerhard Oevermann 2026

The Conjecture of Wolves

#poetry #writing #prose #fiction

02.03.2026 15:04 β€” πŸ‘ 19    πŸ” 9    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 2

I hope that it works.

02.03.2026 18:07 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Ah, "Lavalier"... phew! (Thank you.)

02.03.2026 17:58 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I hardly dare ask what a lav mic is.

02.03.2026 17:47 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Should that be "synapsescape" in the second line?

Have you tried Maxalt Melt for the migraines? My partner used to have awful ones, going on for days , and nothing touched them - but now one little tablet when the symptoms start, and they're gone within ten or twenty minutes.

02.03.2026 17:46 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Israel's established modus operandi: destroy the hospitals.

02.03.2026 17:19 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I've not come across it, I'm afraid. I did a couple of searches (just duplicating what you've done, I expect), but came up empty... Good luck!

02.03.2026 14:15 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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I'm proud to support Shine A Light for Brain Tumour Awareness Month andΒ @braintumourrsch honouring the memory of my dear friend, the extraordinary poet and author Benjamin Zephaniah. His legacy continues to inspire, and together, we will find a cure.

#ShineALight

01.03.2026 19:30 β€” πŸ‘ 32    πŸ” 6    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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variations on the theme of pigeons

02.03.2026 08:43 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Though, double-checking the facts, I find that there *was* (limited) copyright protection in the States at that time -- but it's frequently described as being non-existent. Perhaps it couldn't be enforced by foreign writers?

02.03.2026 09:12 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

There was, of course, no copyright law in the U.S. at the time, but it didn't matter to Conan Doyle, because he'd been forced to sell the rights to his British publisher (a mistake repeated by me a century later).

02.03.2026 09:09 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

What sort of thing was it? My first thought was chocolate...

02.03.2026 08:55 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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How Israel is eroding life for Palestinians in the West Bank Israeli violence in the West Bank isn’t as dramatic as in Gaza, but it is methodical, durable, and sometimes harder to understand. Here’s how Israel is using settler terror, financial policies, and...

Israeli violence in the West Bank isn't as dramatic as in Gaza, but it is methodical, durable, and sometimes harder to understand. Here’s how Israel is using settler terror, financial policies, and legal tactics to suffocate Palestinian life.
mondoweiss.net/2026/02/how-...

01.03.2026 17:30 β€” πŸ‘ 67    πŸ” 39    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0

It is, if by "longest" you mean "days with most daylight hours". If you actually mean longest, then in the U.K., at least, that's October, because it not only has thirty-one days, but it has an extra hour.

01.03.2026 21:50 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I wonder who came up with that? Definitely not Socrates...

01.03.2026 21:42 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I'd imagine that they're members of ICE.

01.03.2026 21:11 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
	i.
     cross-hatched shadows
     and the lined gloom of a classroom;
                                        the desks are empty,
                                    and the blackboard blank.

                                              the scent of chalk
                                                     lies heavy here,
                                                            conveyed by absence
                                                 or by memory.

                                                 prominent
                                                      a practical, undecorated
                                                                           clock,
                                                                the hand that sweeps
                                                                      the seconds
                                                                               easily mistaken
                                                            for the one that beats
                                                                          the leaden hours.


	ii.
                                   crops are wilting
             in the stippled field
                    untended;      animals and birds
                                    can eat their fill
                                               unthreatened.

     a gate hangs open,
and the hedgerow burgeons
             wild, unkempt.
                
 it’s clear no human hand
 has interfered here
                   for a mint of time.


	iii.
                                                       the land is shattered,
                                                lacking pattern
                                   in its lumpen jumble.
              sprawled beneath a sky spit-bitten,
                         scattered bodies lie
                                      unnaturally twisted,
   never to return
          to school or farm.

i. cross-hatched shadows and the lined gloom of a classroom; the desks are empty, and the blackboard blank. the scent of chalk lies heavy here, conveyed by absence or by memory. prominent a practical, undecorated clock, the hand that sweeps the seconds easily mistaken for the one that beats the leaden hours. ii. crops are wilting in the stippled field untended; animals and birds can eat their fill unthreatened. a gate hangs open, and the hedgerow burgeons wild, unkempt. it’s clear no human hand has interfered here for a mint of time. iii. the land is shattered, lacking pattern in its lumpen jumble. sprawled beneath a sky spit-bitten, scattered bodies lie unnaturally twisted, never to return to school or farm.

"Drypoints of Catastrophe".

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

01.03.2026 20:18 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Acrylics on paper.

#painting #art #acrylics

01.03.2026 20:10 β€” πŸ‘ 55    πŸ” 5    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 1
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Around the garden (1. Marsh marigolds; ii. Cretan urn flowing over; iii. Olive, cypress, and golden bamboo; iv. quince)

#photo #photography #garden

11.04.2025 17:19 β€” πŸ‘ 31    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

01.03.2026 16:56 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Yes - though this one is special because it's the first in which a seat held by one of the two major parties had a result in which neither of those parties was in the first two (aside from Rochdale, when Labour withdrew support from its candidate for the appalling crime of criticising Israel).

01.03.2026 16:56 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Three panels showing a bench on a small hill in London on a grey drizzly day. A man in a fedora carrying a suitcase arrives, then he is joined by a woman carrying an umbrella and a man in dark glasses reading a newspaper. They all look shifty and hurriedly converse:
"Good."
"Very."
"Agreed."
Then they all walk off down the hill.

Caption:
Every month, the Espionage Book Club discuss a classic work of spy fiction at a clandestine meeting. To minimise the risk of exposure, infiltration or surveillance by hostile agents, conversation is restricted to the essentials.

Three panels showing a bench on a small hill in London on a grey drizzly day. A man in a fedora carrying a suitcase arrives, then he is joined by a woman carrying an umbrella and a man in dark glasses reading a newspaper. They all look shifty and hurriedly converse: "Good." "Very." "Agreed." Then they all walk off down the hill. Caption: Every month, the Espionage Book Club discuss a classic work of spy fiction at a clandestine meeting. To minimise the risk of exposure, infiltration or surveillance by hostile agents, conversation is restricted to the essentials.

My cartoon for this week’s @theguardian.com books.

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