Author Archives: Dick Jones

About Dick Jones

I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com). I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material (https://www.facebook.com/moorbyjones?ref=aymt_homepage_panel + http://www.moorbyjones.net/). I play the same instruments in the Celtic/English/Americana/acoustic ambient trio Escher's Dream. I have a dormant blog with posts going back to 2004 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages - http://patteran.typepad.com - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0EUV
Posted on Feb 24, 2020

A re-drafting of a poem posted to this blog a couple of years back. Relevant then to me as I continued to make my increasingly cautious way forward into the years immediately ahead, it resonates just that little bit louder … Continue reading →

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TWO POEMS BY BLAISE CENDRARS

Posted on Feb 8, 2020

  THE HAZY WORLD OF BLAISE CENDRARS by LEE ROURKE from The Guardian, July 27th 2007 Reading Blaise Cendrars is like stepping into another universe. His fiction is unlike anything else I’ve ever read. His poetry influenced the mighty Guillaume … Continue reading →

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WE ARE.

Posted on Feb 3, 2020

WE ARE – audiofile

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INSOMNIA 2.

Posted on Jan 29, 2020

I’ve suffered from chronic insomnia since childhood. That subtle, momentary wrinkle in the air as you settle into bed that tells you that beyond this point sleep is not an option. And then, recumbent, the staring across the room towards … Continue reading →

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AUSCHWITZ LIBERATION DAY 2020

Posted on Jan 27, 2020
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THE LYREBIRD

Posted on Jan 21, 2020

THE LYREBIRD I am the lyrebird, known as such               for the shape my tail feathers make in courtship. Yet I know nothing of the lyre. I am the mimic, the impersonator.     … Continue reading →

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LINGUA FRANCA.

Posted on Jan 17, 2020

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers. George Orwell Ever since the acquisition of words provided me with a receptacle for memory, I have loved language.  Its music, its power to evoke, its absurd variety … Continue reading →

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