Cheers bastard. It's a nice wee conceit, isn't it? (Con-seat.)
Titus - short can be dangerous i.e. underwhelming and vague. But if you have the right moments, you can capture a heart beat, in the shake of your blouse. I got your book through, and rachel's, I'm reading them both. How long were you in the police force for? I would love to read more about that. I'm enjoying the insight into your life and your sensibility.
brokenbarman - I rememeber the grey plastic chairs we had to sit in everyday at school. Those seats were just like so many people - generic and uncomfortable and relentless.
In "the job", as we pretentiously called it, for eleven years before my heart was stolen by a Scotsman and he reived me away to Nithsdale. Though I loved work, I loved him more.
I long to write something about the funny bits, as I recall spending so much time laughing, but as soon as I set pen to paper the black stuff comes out. Funny stuff better as prose, maybe. A novel one day. I suspect there's a market for that sort of stuff ....
McGuire: A thin Glaswegian man, touch giddy in the head, sometimes poet of mangled form and dirty prose, sporadic drummer, drunk grammarian, waffler, painter using crayons, lover, hater, learner, teacher, pedestrian, provocateur, wanderer, confronter of shadows, irritating whine.
Produced a collection of poetry and short stories - Riddle With Errors - and is currently writing another for release in the coming year or more.
Contact - colmcguire AT hotmail DOT com
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7 comments:
Aye, but they rarely come fae Glasgow, more towards the east coast if the truth be known.
Concise and to the point. I liked it.
So did I.
Not the greatest fan of the very short poem but this is telling, in the best sense.
but they get their own back,
in a certain way,
by being uncomfortable for long periods of time
Yahoo! The book arrived today. Has the opposite occurred yet?
Hello aeveryone.
Cheers bastard. It's a nice wee conceit, isn't it? (Con-seat.)
Titus - short can be dangerous i.e. underwhelming and vague. But if you have the right moments, you can capture a heart beat, in the shake of your blouse. I got your book through, and rachel's, I'm reading them both. How long were you in the police force for? I would love to read more about that. I'm enjoying the insight into your life and your sensibility.
brokenbarman - I rememeber the grey plastic chairs we had to sit in everyday at school. Those seats were just like so many people - generic and uncomfortable and relentless.
cheers me dears.
In "the job", as we pretentiously called it, for eleven years before my heart was stolen by a Scotsman and he reived me away to Nithsdale.
Though I loved work, I loved him more.
I long to write something about the funny bits, as I recall spending so much time laughing, but as soon as I set pen to paper the black stuff comes out.
Funny stuff better as prose, maybe. A novel one day. I suspect there's a market for that sort of stuff ....
Those seats were just like so many people - generic and uncomfortable and relentless.
now this i like, big man. i see people like this every day, so frightened to be someone they just fade into insignificance. scary....
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