Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Anyone wanting to listen to my Chrissie poem from last Sunday's Poetry Please its on I-player till 30th December.
The poem is from Aphrodie's Anorak which is avialable on the sidebar on the right if you've no got one!
2013 soon, eh? How tempus fugit xx
Friday, December 14, 2012
Two months: Sorry folks, if any folks are still out there! Too much work, and too much reliance on Facebook. Nearly Christmas, and it has been a long and weary few months. Hoping to give up my work before too long. 34 years last October since I started. I'm still writing like stink and a few things are happening. I'm on Poetry Please on Radio 4 on 22nd December and I am, most excitingly, writing a libretto for an opera due to be performed in Edinburgh in August. Jekyll and Hyde, I'm both!
In the language of this remote area there are many terms for the feelingyou get when you see a grey mist creeping down a cold hill where some wet sheep are waiting stoically
Sleugh (n) Psychosomatic, but terrifyingly real, sense of nausea, often experienced in natural surroundings
Drod an sleugh
Fister (verb) To creep sickeningly slowly, like an injured beast, or a disease, as in ‘Uncle Ansel is fistering down the road again’
Fistering drod an sleugh
Shommers (n) plural (colloquial) a group of things that might be imagined but are very real to the person that experiences them
Shommers o drod
Shommers o drod an fistering sleugh
Dwank (adj) (archaic) Black, sodden, wet, often in relation to a carcass, as in ‘Last night I found a dwank horse’s head under the duvet’.
Dwank shommers o drod
Dwank an fistering shommers o drod
Dwank shommers o fistering drod
Crombled (adj) Crippled, hunched, incapacitated as if by great age or boredom
Crombled wi drod
Flack (verb) To become too weak to move while simultaneously exasperated
Flacking crombled wi drod
Flacking crombled wi shommers o drod an fistering sleugh