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I’ve been neglecting you. | Thim Olsson - Writer
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Thim Olsson – Writer. I’ve been neglecting you. Even I hadn’t envisaged such stubbornness. Despite your kind words, dear readers, I haven’t so much as given my WordPress blog a second glance for over a year. There are reasons for this. Indeed, it might be prudent of me to veil them as excuses. Love, marriage, house buying and the pointless waste of ones live that is a consuming, monotonous, soul sapping job. So what next for Thim? To you all, I love you. Peace. May 18, 2012. Laquo; Cold Summer. Notify me...
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Back for good. | Thim Olsson - Writer
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Thim Olsson – Writer. Returned from the brink to resume once more,. Resisting the urge to breach Catholic law,. As for the first time in life One felt genuine strain,. How gainful employment can be the root of such pain. You must look outward, avoid insular,. Or resign yourself to permanent scar. A scar so deep, so final, the end,. But unfair on others, who would remain to tend,. To the memory, the obituary, of a dear lost friend,. Who seemed so sober, so assured to the end,. May 18, 2012. 365 of 35 Blog.
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Robert Graves: June 2010
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Saturday, 19 June 2010. Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,. Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours. They try it sometimes—but no,. I root them up because they’re my flowers,. Which nobody else may grow. Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;. Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it. Daisies, double red daisies for me,. The beautifulest flowers in the garden. Double red daisy, that’s my mark:. I paint it in all my books! It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,.
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Robert Graves: May 2009
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Sunday, 10 May 2009. This valley wood is pledged. To the set shape of things,. Here are no harpies fledged,. No rocs may clap their wings,. Nor gryphons wave their stings. Here, poised in quietude,. On the set shape of things:. They fend away alarms. From this green wood. Here nothing is that harms -. No bulls with lungs of brass,. No toothed or spiny grass,. No tree whose clutching arms. Drink blood when travellers pass,. No mount of glass;. No bardic tongues unfold. Only, the lawns are soft,.
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Robert Graves: January 2009
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Monday, 19 January 2009. The Grave of Robert Graves. Labels: The Grave of Robert Graves. The Books of Robert Graves. Labels: The Books of Robert Graves. Robert Graves the Poet. Graves considered himself a poet first and foremost. His poems, together with his translations and innovative interpretations of the Greek Myths, his memoir of the First World war,Good-bye to All That, and his historical study of poetic inspiration, The White Goddess, have never been out of print. Graves and Riding left Majorca in...
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Change. | Thim Olsson - Writer
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Thim Olsson – Writer. I have neglected you all. My writing. My friends. Family. Secret admirers. You see – in August 2010 I woke up one morning and it was overcast and grey. Mild but dull nonetheless. Work was fine, I had not long received a promotion. But with promotion comes responsibility. And I needed a break. So I packed up my car, turned off my laptop, put the Blackberry in a drawer and drove from my driveway to the south of France. But still I must apologise. For those of you who have emailed:...
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Chapter 1 | Thim Olsson - Writer
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Thim Olsson – Writer. The air was breathless. Stagnant, pungent, foul. These words would be readily used to describe the stale odour that hung across the abyss of a once vibrant civilisation. Crumbling and decayed Isaac walked amongst ruined walls now partially reclaimed by a destroyed ecosystem. A slippery moss was prevalent for as far as the eye could see, seemingly one of few organic organisms capable of surviving in the remnants of a dying world. May 18, 2012. Laquo; Back for good. Chapter 2 ». Blog ...
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Robert Graves: Double Red Daisies
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Saturday, 19 June 2010. Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,. Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours. They try it sometimes—but no,. I root them up because they’re my flowers,. Which nobody else may grow. Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;. Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it. Daisies, double red daisies for me,. The beautifulest flowers in the garden. Double red daisy, that’s my mark:. I paint it in all my books! It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,.
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Robert Graves: Dew-drop and Diamond
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Saturday, 19 June 2010. The difference between you and her. Whom I to you did once prefer). Is clear enough to settle:. She like a diamond shone, but you. Shine like an early drop of dew. Poised on a red rose petal. The dew-drop carries in its eye. Mountain and forest, sea and sky,. With every change of weather;. Contrariwise, a diamond splits. The prospect into idle bits. That none can piece together. Labels: Dew-drop and Diamond. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Robert Graves the Man.
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Robert Graves: June 2011
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Saturday, 25 June 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Love of poetry and the mediterranean. View my complete profile.
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