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 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 G0 EUV.

CARPE DIEM QUAM MINIMUM CREDULA POSTERO.

I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little. Sheila Kaye-Smith (one of my mother’s favourite novelists).    [We] get to think of life … Continue reading

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RADICALISING..! # 3.

Some years ago a friend sent me the following extract from the Editor’s Letter in the then new Canadian arts magazine Hobo.  It struck me as an unusually thoughtful and eloquent meditation on a subject of fundamental importance in any … Continue reading

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RADICALISE! # 2.

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to … Continue reading

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RADICALISE..! # 1.

I value kindness to humans first of all, and kindness to animals. I don’t respect the law; I have total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper, and … Continue reading

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AIW.

I have known Alan all my life.  He lived with us for my first 20 years and remained an integral part of the close family structure even after he moved into his own flat.  Indeed, it was my belief up … Continue reading

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Sisyphus on the move..!

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INKLINGS # 13. Down on the killing floor…

Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. Albert Einstein South-East London Boys’ Secondary School, Deptford, South-East London. Struggling my way (sometimes literally) through bone-wearyingly long days in a South-East London boys’ secondary school, … Continue reading

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