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The diary of another nobody

It’s the nature of autumn, perhaps- those barred clouds blooming in the soft-dying days (not mine, Keats), days which die noticeably earlier with every sunset now- that has got me thinking more than usual about how long I have left … Continue reading

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Ars vivendi

Cancer sucks, but life is great – Stephen Sutton, Stephen’s Story Life is bearable even when it’s unbearable: that is what’s so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it – Geoff Dyer, Out of Sheer Rage What do you … Continue reading

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Parodies and Wendy Cope – Some sort of record seemed vital

Wendy Cope is famous for her humorous love poems (I long to see you, hear your voice/ my narcissistic object-choice), but in my opinion really comes into her own in her parodies. My favourite of these (and it’s a rich field) … Continue reading

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The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot – The deep sea swell

Of the many language-based epiphanies I’ve had in my life, two stand out clearly in my memory right now: one is when I heard someone say the word “mores”, as in “social mores” on the radio and realised that it … Continue reading

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The isolation wall

A nurse once asked me about the effects of one of the chemotherapy drugs in my regimen. “One of my patients said it feels as if a wall comes up around you,” she said, which I thought was a pretty … Continue reading

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One half my life is not reading books

I like to consider May instead of January as the beginning of the new year because of Philip Larkin’s “Trees”: The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is … Continue reading

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The widest prairies

There was a period of time last summer when I used to carry Philip Larkin’s Collected Poems with me wherever I went. I usually travelled by tube and my journeys were just about long enough to contemplate one short poem and, … Continue reading

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