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.

There is much current publicity about mental health and the difficulties experienced both by those struggling with various deeply troubling conditions and those practitioners attempting with difficulty to establish parity of status for their problems alongside issues of physical health. … Continue reading

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LEST WE FORGET # 7.

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THE LIMO PARKED OUT FRONT..!

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NO HOME BUT THE STRUGGLE…

NO HOME BUT THE STRUGGLE Solomon Reményi: 1919 – 2017 You tread the edge of this bright world gingerly, unsteadily as if for you it lay in shadow. Old red heat grown dull in the world still glows in you: … Continue reading

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NO HOME BUT THE STRUGGLE Solomon Reményi: 1919 – 2017 You tread the edge of this bright world gingerly, unsteadily as if for you it lay in shadow. Old red heat grown dull in the world still glows in you: … Continue reading

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NO MORE HEROES!

Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes. BERTOLD BRECHT We can’t all be heroes because somebody has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by. WILL ROGERS Il n’y a pas de grand homme pour … Continue reading

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BETWEEN THE LINES… # 1.

Back in the days when blogs ruled the earth – well, when they constituted pretty much the sole medium of digital interaction – it used to matter to me greatly that I was reaching out to a regular and reasonably … Continue reading

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