tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post4394876423855215920..comments2023-11-22T09:11:01.567+00:00Comments on George Szirtes: Recession and a deathGeorge Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-19901674573083264042009-03-15T22:15:00.000+00:002009-03-15T22:15:00.000+00:00And so to bed...And so to bed...George Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-18813938467713598432009-03-15T22:08:00.000+00:002009-03-15T22:08:00.000+00:00;-)I'm only an old age pensioner with strange idea...;-)<BR/>I'm only an old age pensioner with strange ideas. Now I'm off for my bedtime cocoa.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-68257602550561007322009-03-15T21:26:00.000+00:002009-03-15T21:26:00.000+00:00@pir, yes sir, and amen. I'm neither an astrologer...@pir, yes sir, and amen. I'm neither an astrologer nor a poet. Just a mom and office worker.danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902311224633734779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-41465026755807093012009-03-15T17:48:00.000+00:002009-03-15T17:48:00.000+00:00I'm here when I should be eating a chicken. Th...I'm here when I should be eating a chicken. That's the hold you have George.<BR/>dana, 8 is a number with qualities when it's turned on its side, or so they say whoever they are. But in reality it's only a symbol. It's meaningless out of context. It's like saying that the ancient symbol + is your place&time in the universe at this very moment. The truth is we're all at sea. I tend to Darwin.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-568235742057416832009-03-15T13:55:00.000+00:002009-03-15T13:55:00.000+00:00Cheers! and to birth years ending in 8. Such fun, ...Cheers! and to birth years ending in 8. Such fun, these zero-ending birthdays. Yes, December (18).<BR/><BR/>Twins fighting, must run. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for indulging my absolutely un-thought-out comments (as I should either be working or parenting) whenever I'm online.danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902311224633734779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-57373986262881553942009-03-14T21:06:00.000+00:002009-03-14T21:06:00.000+00:00Glasses raised to both PiR and Dana. My mother was...Glasses raised to both PiR and Dana. My mother was, of course, Transylvanian, Jewish like my father, only I didn't know it. And I see you are Sagittarian, like me, Dana. Not that I know exactly what that means, or even if it means anything. But here's another glass to November (or it may be in your case, December.) Down at the pub of the undead.George Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-57114608231392272312009-03-14T20:43:00.000+00:002009-03-14T20:43:00.000+00:00How funny! I work in academia, and my father's fat...How funny! I work in academia, and my father's father's father came over from Transylvania (eastern Romania). And my husband's Jewish. <BR/><BR/>I think the bars (pubs) actually do better in a recession. There may be the only current safe business venture. Hope the food's decent, and you can support your local economy with pleasure!danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902311224633734779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-82041960640259849672009-03-14T07:54:00.000+00:002009-03-14T07:54:00.000+00:00There goes a man with teeth as sharp as his pencil...There goes a man with teeth as sharp as his pencils! To rhyme Accademia with Transylvannia must be a world first! And the pub of the undead is re-opening! <BR/><BR/>Hanging around the re-opening bar<BR/>Supping gaily the bitter jar<BR/>Home before sunrise <BR/>And back to bed<BR/>Tomorrow another pint of best red.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-71584997982546913442009-03-13T20:56:00.000+00:002009-03-13T20:56:00.000+00:00When mother was a vampire back in VeniceShortly be...<I>When mother was a vampire back in Venice<BR/>Shortly before decamping to the land between the woods,<BR/>She shimmered in satin, radiating menace<BR/>And terrorising pious neighbourhoods.<BR/><BR/>When she was hanging upside down beneath<BR/>The Rialto, or flitting zig-zag past the Accademia<BR/>Visitors noted the sharpness of her teeth<BR/>And muttered about the crags of Transylvania.<BR/><BR/>Back in Budapest she shook her leathern wings<BR/>Before she bore me to my father, a mortal and a Jew.<BR/>Believe me, I have dabbled in such things.<BR/>My wings are hers. My teeth are pointed too.</I><BR/><BR/>Only in an orthopaedic manner of speaking, of course.<BR/><BR/>And what do you know! The Cross Keys is re-opening tonight under new management. The pub of the undead. The recession must be over.George Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-76701211287935093442009-03-13T20:25:00.000+00:002009-03-13T20:25:00.000+00:00Vampires in Venice? Good gravy. Sounds like a pop ...Vampires in Venice? Good gravy. Sounds like a pop tune.<BR/><BR/>I love walking around twilight when lights come on but before blinds go down. It's like Our Town. I try to peer in the houses, Gary comments on the state of the property drainage or tree trimming, etc. The kids just run amok.danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902311224633734779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-33056628133405250982009-03-13T17:17:00.000+00:002009-03-13T17:17:00.000+00:00If and when you ever retire from poetry George, or...If and when you ever retire from poetry George, or as a sideline, on the evidence of those last two paras I reckon you could try your hand at ghost stories. I think it's in your blood. Obviously you'd need a pen name for this new ghostly venture - may I suggest Gabriel Klooj as a tribute to your dear ancestor. <BR/>By the way, it appears that female vampires may have existed in the Venice Lagoon in 1450 or thereabouts. Seems to be some archeological evidence emerging for this. It's a new one one on me, but it wouldn't surprise me. It's an ideal spot. All mists and red sunsets.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-24534800616194981512009-03-13T09:13:00.000+00:002009-03-13T09:13:00.000+00:00Will the last one to leave the town please switch ...Will the last one to leave the town please switch off the lights.<BR/>Perhaps that'll be your job George.<BR/>It's so very sad that communities are quickly going the way of all flesh. The era of mini-tudor and estates with a patch of grassed mud and a vandaliised toilet block in the middle and gormless kids in bedrooms watching shoot-ups and drinking canned chemicals whilst their couch potatoes argue about the crumbs down the settee, the cost of central heating and the who will take the poodle round the block past the boarded-up shops in the cold dark rain waiting for the pizza delivery man with his 4-seasons special offer.<BR/>Enjoy Bloodaxe and mind your neck.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.com