I’ve been invited to a virtual party. You know, I really should stay in more! Once again I have been helping out in the final thrust of Oscar’s Freeze Frame poetry project. To be honest it is a labour of love – just to see something unique out there. I had forgotten about being a poet – you know that kind of earnest endeavour for that one inspired word. I can’t believe I used to do that stuff. I can still do LOVE but the old wino, the innocent kid,the walk in the country, the big philosophies of time,the intellectual abstracts, the rainy nights in a northern English town, an old couple crossing the road -all that is far from my grasp now. The signals are tiny and the receptors are dull. Far from being disheartened, I am very happy to do full fat big breakfast lust. There is a great happiness in it.
At last the Freeze Frame collection is out there. It is a wonderful anthology and I’m proud to have been around it. For this last time I am posting Oscar’s blog on here. What do you think of his beard? He’s not getting a mistletoe snog from me with all that lot on there!