Like all writers, I like words. I keep a list of admirable words on hand and every so often I’ll pick one and say aloud, ‘Yes, quiddity.’ Continue reading
language
The umbrella
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…like people living in a country whose language they know so little that with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual.
Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence.
……………………..afternoon.
the wife is in the garden.
he has her umbrella. Continue reading
Pantoum – Poetry and loss
(trying to explain Maurice Blanchot to myself, twice!)
In the everyday use of poetry, words carry ideas.
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Exotica (1): Jardin Majorelle and Berber Museum, Marrakesh.
Rue Yves Saint Laurent
8pm to 6pm summer, 5.30pm winter; the museum closes earlier.
Gardens only 70DH; gardens + Berber Museum 100 DH.
Step through a door. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 