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 ( 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 ( I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material ( + I have a dormant blog with posts going back to 2004 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages - - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0 EUV.

HOLY WRIT They gave us God at infant school: some illustrated stories           and a picture on the wall –           that Jesus with a lantern lifted high. He’s looking for a … Continue reading

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THE WELL-MADE DOOR There’s much to be said for the well-made door. This one, smoked black by time, hangs like a heavyweight, shuffles through his quarter-turn singing deep of the long years, of a conspiracy once of oak and iron: … Continue reading

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As we move deeper into the 21st century there can be few across the span of generations whose lives have not been, or are not now, touched by that broad musical genre whose pan-cultural influence has been an integral part … Continue reading

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There was still something I could do: I could tell the world. Leslie L. Hardman, ‘The Survivors: The Story of the Belsen Remnant’. A couple of years ago, with my sons Lindsay (who lives and works in Germany) and Reuben … Continue reading

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MEDBOURNE 1. There never was a golden age of bucolic bliss in our green and pleasant land.  No black-iron range in a stone-flagged kitchen, no sides of cured ham and dried herbs hanging from the rafters, no hollyhocks and roses … Continue reading

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CLAYBURY HOSPITAL Shortly after leaving Goldsmiths’ College back in the late ‘60s and whilst awaiting creative and commercial success with what our agency touted as ‘South-East London’s First Flower-Power Band’, I took a job in the laundry at Claybury Psychiatric … Continue reading

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We are informed that digitisation will, ultimately, replace every function currently managed by human agency. We will be counselled by robots; automated doctors will diagnose and prescribe; classroom learning will be directed by a disembodied electronic presence; all vehicular transport … Continue reading

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