We’re a funny creature aren’t we? No matter what age we are there’s still that love of novelty . We love toys when we are children. We are sometimes emulating something we see our parents do or copying things we see on the television screen or in films. As adults we fetishise objects well beyond […]
Politics-free Zone
As I’ve said in the main section, I’d like to use this part of the site for stuff that’s not got a political bent – more concerned with creative writing. I’ll put up stuff of my own from time to time and invite comment. If you’re interested in giving something you’ve written – non-political, remember, or at least with creativity the main element – then by all means put it up and let’s have a bit of discussion around it. I know people feel tentative about exposing creative stuff, especially if you haven’t done much of it yet, but believe me, it’s the only way. An un-audienced piece makes the sound of one hand clapping…
NEVER MIND THAT SCOTTISH PLAY …WHAT ABOUT THE BEANO by Harry McAvinchey
Yes…”the Scottish Play”or “Macbeth” …never to be uttered within a theatre lest it’s loosing leads to disaster. As I write this, Scotland’s declaration is still blowing in the wind . We’ll not know whether they have decided to abandon the cosy nest and swaddling of the UK and decide to hitch their own kite to […]
URBAN FOXES , WOLVES AND SQUIRRELS by Harry McAvinchey
We were standing outside the barber shop .Mark was opening the shutters and two of his cutters were chatting outside on the footpath .I had arrived as the school- run rush thinned the early traffic out.School was back after the summer and this was the perfect time for that monthly trim .All the little darlings […]
A MURDER OF CROWS by Harry McAvinchey
A murder of crows….or was that a murder of ravens? It has a great ring to it , hasn’t it? I wonder who came up with that descriptive collective. I suppose it’s lost in the swamps of time. It makes perfect poetic sense though. It’s hanging in my mind not unlike that September sultriness that […]
GERONIMO , CHARLES LINDBERGH AND THE MOON by Harry McAvinchey
I am constantly doing this . Maybe you do it yourself. I relate my forefathers’ lives to events in the world’s history and wonder what they were doing as these events unfolded. When I think about my parents and my grandparents and remember them, or more likely try to remember parts of their lives that […]
THE BREAD SONG by Randall Stephen Hall
THE BREAD SONG. (Materialism Blues). I wrote this song when I played in a group called “MUDSI MUNTU”. (MOODZI MOON TWO). These African words mean “Men of the Village”. You couldn’t call it work, really. We didn’t play anywhere. We just wrote and recorded songs (three albums worth), using very simple equipment and multi-tracking to […]
WILDLIFE AND THE DEATH OF THE COUNTRYSIDE by Harry McAvinchey
Take a really good look around you the next time you go for a walk. How many flowers do you see blooming? When you walk through an estate of houses, how many of your neighbours grow a few flowers? How many wildflowers do you see at the side of the road?There’s a piece of common […]
THE JOY OF KILLING by Harry McAvinchey
I was talking about man’s capacity for and delight in killing, some time ago.People do not like to think about this but it is true nonetheless. We are a very curious creature in the sense that our innate curiosity has led us to many discoveries . It has made us become excellent toolmakers and masters […]
WHEN SUMMER COMES SLINKING TO A WEARY END by Harry McAvinchey
Well, here we are with summer slinking to a weary end. There wasn’t a lot to remember of this one really .It started well, looked as though it might be a classic like last year, but fizzled to a dead , damp conclusion with precious few warm, sunny days. On the streets they only got […]
SONG FOR THE DISAPPEARED by Randall Stephen Hall
I wrote these words as far back as 2009. It was a hard thing to write and record. It took my emotions for a drive around dark corners and up to a place where tears could not help but come. It has taken me a long time to work out how to play it in […]
