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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/) https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=MOORBY+JONES spotify:artist:07MDD5MK9MnRGSEZwbsas9 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

TWO POEMS BY BLAISE CENDRARS

Posted on Feb 8, 2020 by Dick Jones

  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 by Dick Jones

WE ARE – audiofile

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INSOMNIA 2.

Posted on Jan 29, 2020 by Dick Jones

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 by Dick Jones
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THE LYREBIRD

Posted on Jan 21, 2020 by Dick Jones

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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THE SONG’S THE THING!

Posted on Jan 9, 2020 by Dick Jones

MOORBY JONES Steve Moorby : guitar/keyboards/mandolin/pedal steel/vocals Gemma Moorby : guitar/keyboards/drums & percussion/vocals Dick Jones : bass guitar/bouzouki One of the very greatest English singer/songwriters Richard Thompson was asked whether he thought of his lyrics as poetry. He answered: I … Continue reading →

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Posted on Jan 2, 2020 by Dick Jones

THE TRICK The trick is to let slip the ladder that brought you climbing to this point. Unknot it, let it fall away. Then reach up through the half- dark and flick the latch and let the shutter fall. No … Continue reading →

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Posted on Dec 21, 2019 by Dick Jones

PARTING, HOW TO. Conventionally, lovers should part in a soft storm of blown hopes and unconsumed potential. Tears blur the old horizons and refract a new world where one is the number. Some might perceive a beauty in this crafted … Continue reading →

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UP

Posted on Dec 8, 2019 by Dick Jones

UP The ice is melting. It pinks and shivers like thin music. Black windows in the ground go soft and vanish. Cobweb dewdrops glow like moonstones in the dark blue before dawn. You wake. You breathe deep. First light, bright … Continue reading →

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Posted on Dec 1, 2019 by Dick Jones

            EVENT HORIZON I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light… HENRY VAUGHAN A dark treat, this sudden encounter with death. Entering the unlit room and expecting the … Continue reading →

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