Gracias
@jamesmcconachie1
Poet, apparently. Forward Prize, BOTN and Pushcart nom. Occasional horseman, remote rural Spain. Words in blackbough, iambapoet, eatthestorms, Modron, Madrid Review, Bad Lilies, Dark Mountain project and more. https://linktr.ee/jamesmcconachiepoet
Gracias
My eldest (I havenβt seen for ~3 years, catching a train to me today. Free train travel, what a country. Just free, Barcelona to Tortosa.
A monochrome βspot the mistakeβ scene featuring a postman cycling along a lane besides a half timbered thatched cottage
An observation test for your inner 8-year-old.
Can you spot 12 deliberate mistakes?
From Treasure magazine, 1965
Official answers coming soon
(Even if you donβt reply, could you please βlikeβ or share this one?)
Also this. Buried in the ground, deep in the memory.
Here in Spain, our special relationship is being able to diplomatically tell them to f*ck off.
Itβs a much better kind of βspecial relationshipβ
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Some glassy-eyed apparatchik
Brexitkraft, nein danke.
Origins Andrew Neilson They all have one. There is the Spider-Man, winsome Peter Parker, bitten, blood-let by a radioactive - I forget. Something happens...an alleyway...a man... to give young master Bruce his yen for skin-tight wear and a fetish mask. If you see Clark Kent, don't bother to ask, unless you're fluent in Kryptonian. Fine examples but you don't need a cape, or a magic ring, or a gold lasso - there are options including just being you, as in Auden's vision of Agape. No cosmic rays and no superpower, just people finding their place on the earth, something profound and it feels like birth and is liked by those who bill by the hour - though strictly speaking, keep it to yourself. A classic trope, that the source of your might contains the seeds of your Doomsday night, that all weakness lies at the start of self and so must be secret, boxed with a lid, until the time comes for the big reveal, a final unmasking of how you feel. Ask not what was done but of what you did.
Ahead of the Edinburgh launch of Little Griefs tonight, there's a poem from the book on the Poetry London website poetrylondon.co.uk/origins/
With some dreadful MOR cock rock. What a pathetic state of affairs this is. How miserable, infantile, reckless.
This is the official video put out by the White House
EVIL.
Thanks.
Today I shall mostly be hiding with John Tavener
The company and community of chickens is underrated.
Wow. 2000 people a day joining the Green Party since Gordon and Denton.
Burlison didnβt find anything? No shit. I wonder what might have happened.
How long before a catch-all βwar newsβ section in big-hitter media?
Tom Meyer / Poikilos
I have a blue bowl of the most fragrant and astonishing oranges.
Little rainy, bucolic moment.
I ate those pancakes too quickly.
Smotrich just said Dahiyeh will soon look like Khan Younis.
I wrote about Dahiyeh in 2024 and Israelβs domicide/urbicide
www.aljazeera.com/amp/features...
Enhorabuena
*That* kind of rain. Jeeezus
Congratulations!
I am immensely grateful to the brilliant @paulwritespoems.bsky.social for this fantastic honour @forwardprizes.bsky.social
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