Go and catch a falling star:-
Whether or not Pluto is a star, or has in any sense fallen, is beside the point because it has now been revealed as one of the most beautiful and surprising objects in the gallery of the solar system.
Nothing could be older, or more remote, than Sunday suits,
hanging in dusty darkness
until they turn to dry silvery life,
like a comet ascending to its moment of glory
leaving a sparkling trail,
the head turned one way
and the wings (in this case)
turned the other
before descending to the deep folds of space,
a cosmic wardrobe,
an Oort cloud of clothes
hidden beyond the orbit of Pluto.
The evocative odour of naphthalene (moth balls) was as much a memory of church-
Patrick Moore was an inspiration to astronomers throughout the world, but surprisingly no object in the weird Pluto system has yet been named after him. A man gifted with near-
(A tribute to Patrick Moore)
His well-
but to his eyes
the Queen.
was nothing like the sun,
the moon
the planets,
or the stars.
Yet he once stood alone before a Castle Gate,
and passion overwhelmed.
But in his pilgrimage,
so sweet, no hearts would break.
He journeyed thirty thousand days and nights.
Among his flock he counted
many a woman true and fair;
He showed them wondrous sights
and thoughts of things
invisible to see and now
they mourn him,
grieving one and all.
Then should committees
of the great convene,
deliberate
and in his honour
find, or else rename
some constellation,
or instead to seek
one returning visitor as strange as he,
that any distant watcher might look up
observing
in the Sky at Night
his comet,
new-
rising in the east.
Some find that discussing the less than perfect driving skills of fellow road users whiles away the tedious hours. Others take their pleasure in criticising signing and road layout, but few would be churlish enough to decry the helpful advice frequently displayed on overhead gantries.
(mark my footsteps good my page, tread thou in them boldly)
forth they went together,
though, in this case side-
by-
sometimes not. The sign said
WINTER WEATHER PLAN AHEAD
in yellow lights. Silence again until
I wonder if we’ll see it in the next approaching lay-
What?
The Winter Weather Plan, of course.
Oh God!
You must be madder than I thought!
You don’t think that it means..
It must, it does. Hold tight and think
(for once) about it all.
I have. I can’t
Just planning what?
Before we left the house? Too
late for that. Or does it mean the winter weather’s there
or up ahead, or here? You need it pointed out!
No, won’t you get it in your head,
They’re only trying to help.. trying to prevent..
the worst, I doubt they could, it’s just
bureaucracy again, a slight upon the driver,
triumph of the desk-
instead lets think about the
Winter Weather Wenceslas dot plan.
Plain mad and that is
if he had one to encourage the faint -
who might have wished themselves at home in bed.
One Plan fits all,
in gold illumination
CHECK YOUR TREAD
One of the more annoying things about television documentary makers is their addiction to the Walking Shot, as though they believe that that the thoughts of the wise presenter will carry even more weight if he/she is walking briskly and explaining something to someone who is retreating backwards in front of them. Perhaps this panders to a race memory of the behaviour required when leaving the King’s presence. Annoying as this is, it is nothing compared with the Driving Shot where the wisdom is being dispensed by a man steering a car and turning to talk to someone in the passenger seat. In this case the most annoying part of it is the very thought that it might impress. Strangely enough it is even more annoying if the speaker wears a moustache.
See how he goes,
driving and explaining something,
looking sideways at us.
If I were the police,
I would not hesitate.
For justice' sake, put three points on his licence.
Do it now,
as this
is quite a serious offence.
They draw him up;
he winds the window down,
looking sideways with a most intense expression,
lips moving,
but his words do not make sense.
Now he gets out,
confused,
talking,
walking at us
as though the very sands of time conspire against him.
See
how he wrings his hands!
The fact that Coleridge’s Khubla Khan remains unfinished is considered by many to be an artistic loss ranking alongside Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony or his even more unfinished Quartetsatz.
The blame lies with the Person from Porlock who paid an untimely and apparently unwelcome visit. However when we consider The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, one of the works Coleridge did complete, a case can be made that the Man from Porlock interrupted the wrong poem. There is no doubt that the crime of the Mariner’s fellow crewmen did not merit the supreme punishment that they received, and in consequence the moralising of the second part is rather overblown.
Apart from ‘The Man’, Porlock is famed in the cycling community for its hill that leads up Exmore with its steepest gradient being 1 in 4, somewhat reminiscent of the fact that the wedding guest waylaid by the Ancient Mariner as one of three.
Bearing these things in mind it is perhaps time for a reassessment of the contribution of this anonymous and maligned personage.
Person from Porlock, you do pick your times,
I’ll give you that. Doorstep clinging, in-
purveying rhyme and half-
What’s your chat-
…..‘In a vision once I saw …’
Hold off, unhand me soothsayer man,
I’m short of time, my plan for ending Kubla Khan is fading..
there was a hill … quoth he… so steep
….it’s one in four, or will be when it’s built.
On it I saw fair youths and maidens
riding strange machines with wheels of air I never saw
aught like to them unless it were
round spider’s webs that hang
on window panes or rungs of long
abandoned ladders. They
seemed to be out training for a thing they called
Le Tour de France, the air
is cut away before and closing in around
gives out the force they need,
but only if they stay behind the pack, then make their break.
Many will die, you know, of heat
exhaustion. I
fear thee ancient sporting man!
Don’t worry son, this flesh is real, this bony hand
has never reached beyond the lowest gear. I
find it hard to understand
what you are on about. It sounds
like death in life, as though their souls,
that ought to fly, are dead and hung around their necks.
The cream of youth would never act like that
when there are better things to do.
Oh yes, I know,
but I have seen sad sights of what must come. They hold strange things
and talk to any one at any time
and place and at the finish standing all in line
send pictures home
and Maidens singing to a dulcimer, however amplified,
at Glastonbury Tor, no more
than a short ride away,
will draw in crowds.
It is well-
One of the most questionable aspects of the taster’s performance is their ability to load the fork in way that does full justice to the remarkable, and remarked on, arrangement of the food on the proffered plate. In fact the process of loading the fork is rarely, if ever, shown.
what do you think?
downward smiling folds
Hands with bright eyes elevating knife,
forcing firm and tooth-
Mirrored deftly-
drizzled throat reply composes complex finding;
Voice (sharp through mist and hints at sea-
first, herself, face ripe with piquant spicy sauce
and glazed, could-
jaws move eyes
upwards, down and even round
very,
Nice!
That’s good,
he says,
extracting arm
Face dulls,
jaw falls,
smiles cease.
Many quite distinguished scholars have taken to describing past events in the present tense as though they ‘are’ there at the time. This can be a most irritating habit and one which they must imagine has something to do with ‘style’. The impression it creates is not dissimilar to seeing a person riding a bicycle with no hands, being both skilful and silly and the same time
This new tense is with us,
not ‘has been discovered,’ as
there is no ‘has been’ in the Ever Present.
Henry is meeting Anne Boleyn.
He is having trouble with the Pope, but
as he is a man of great resource,
he sorts it out.
Anne
is sitting in the Tower
she is wondering why it’s going wrong,
She is having her fine head cut off.
He is having other fish to fry.
Brutus is sticking his knife in.
Cesar is saying,
‘Oh,
et tu Brute!
but there can be no dying in the ever now.
Jane is liking history.
Peter likes it too,
But does the dog like history?
That may be the one thing we
are never going to know.
Archaeologists have announced the discovery among Neanderthal artefacts of a bone flute capable of sounding a diatonic scale.
When man was Neanderthal
even then he had a noble soul.
When the young first found pain as a friend
he would wipe tears from coarse little eyes.
If four gathered together
Made music profound as Beethoven’s Cavatina
would they not be equally moved,
though Christ had not yet hung on his cross for them,
who died for us.
The next poem is a tribute to J S Bach, held by many to be the greatest musician of all. For those who love the music, but have no idea what is actually going on in it, the most they can do is to allow it to tell a story and in the way of the greatest art, that story will be different every time it is told.
Prelude
What a day for embarkation, running with a heavy swell,
though, thanks to Sir Ralph the Rover,
no-
going on and on and endless, all for one and one for all,
while the sisters, though benighted, were invited to the ball
and the Prince, in desperation beats his head against the wall.
He has walked upon the water looking for the Holy Grail,
but the slightest undulation makes us stagger to the rail
and the lack of concentration at each ill-
is quite unlike the aim of one who loiters with intent.
So, when x or y extend out to the unknown z dimension,
all must then confront necessity, the mother of invention.
Allemande
We will see, though at the moment
I am feeling quite perplexed by my sensing of direction,
whether this or whether that should be the path we ought to take,
and when all the indications predict uncertain outcomes
to the shaping of events and the strangest turns of fortune
start to make kind of sense to the purpose of this journey.
Which is best, and will we see it,
when the omens are propitious
and the storm’s full force is spent?
Courante
But come now, let us stop,
let us pull ourselves together
as the weather has improved,
and go down to the hold
to find the book that we have left there,
then relax upon a deck-
now before they close the flood-
They are shut,
we cannot do it!
We have left it far too late!
Sarabande
How many times?
How many times!
Lying awake.
Such a mistake.
And the vessel’s endless rocking
till the day begins to break
had much better had been avoided.
Was there something you could take?
Bouree
It is time to shed illusions, you must tell me how you feel.
Do I hear your stomach rumble?
Have you missed your midday meal?
Let’s partake of light refreshment. If your ardour starts to cool,
they could find some grain and grind it to become a grizzly gruel;
broil a fresh spring chicken in it till the skin disintegrates;
make ethereal concoctions to decorate the plates,
based on coils of salted samphire and a splash of cochineal.
Gavotte
But our figs are glazed with honey
and the night begins to fall
and an ancient aspidistra
casts its shadow on the wall.
Is there something you’re not saying?
Are there things you want to hide?
Do you fear the reef beneath us
that will take us by surprise
when the storm surge has abated and we cross it at low tide?
Gigue
Best go down to lend a hand now,
as I know what you are thinking.
Take your stint there at the bilge pumps,
if you fear the ship is sinking.
No, the Prince has found the slipper
and he waves it at the band,
and the Captain sounds the siren
and the ship approaches land.
Some years ago a Government proposal was made to revise the Gambling Act in order to set up regional Super Casinos in the UK. These were to be based on the well-
Look,
here’s how it goes,
I bet,
you bet,
he bets;
just see him there, the odd one out,
his back to us,
it is our business to encourage him.
We bet,
You (plural) bet,
They bet,
and that’s the point
there are far more of them than us.
Our slogan is;
A land where every one’s a winner!
I hope that you can go along with that.
Yes.
So well then!
thought
picture
man
his wife and kids
The caption says,
‘I took them to a little place I knew’.
smiling
family
backdrop
Eiffel Tower!
What do you think?
‘Pardon my French’!
We liked that one!
Still our plan is not to redistribute any wealth we have.
That does no good!
Instead I would remind you of the Indians
on their reservations; in our State
the only ones allowed to run Casinos
And! They have done well.
My word they’ve seen their talents grow
and now agree to bankroll us,
our fiscal debt.
We’re talking Mega Bucks!
Say,
Do you accept ‘Donations’ to your party fund?
You bet!
Many highly successful firms and organisations, in seeking to improve their public image, have resorted to the use of questionnaires to gauge customer satisfaction. This task has clearly been handed over, perhaps even ‘outsourced’, to PR departments whose enthusiasm can often overwhelm the clients (punters). It is not uncommon to read customer evaluations which, while giving the full five gold stars for satisfaction, add, ‘It looks very nice, but I haven’t opened it yet.’ Often the questionnaire does not ask the right questions, but gives no space or opportunity to point this out.
Dear Mr M.,
Our records show
you filed an application form
to use our services
and now we want to know,
‘How did we do?’
Please fill in this review,
it won’t take long; one minute, maybe two.
And please don’t feel the need to be polite,
ingratiation never helps to jump the queue.
Dear Mr M.,
Some time ago we sent you a request to fill in a review,
but to our great regret
you’ve not returned it yet
and we can’t improve our service till you do.
Dear Mr M.
Some time ago you filled in a review
and now we want to know
How did It do?
We need your feedback to review our own review.
Just take the time to answer questions one to ten
on pages 1 and 2.
Dear Mr M.,
Some time ago you helped us to review our last review.
We found (scanning the data sent by you),
in our review and your review of our review of it,
replies to questions 2 and 4 and 6 in your review of our review
conflict, so please download
and then complete
all the boxes on the right
in this supplementary sheet.
Dear Mr M.
We thank you for your aid
in helping us conclude our new
review review review,
but we regret to say that your esteemed request
has gone astray. If you could take a copy from your files
and send it in, it should help out a lot
by telling us exactly
just what it is we do.
Who will question the questionnaires?