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    Tortured words

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    September 30, 2016

    I read a lot of work emails and am often puzzled by the writing style of those who have English as their first language. It is as if the writer is trying to impress the reader with some weird sentence construction or a choice of words that does not fit the intended…

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    Man flu

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    September 29, 2016

    The heroic exploits of an Information Assistant who soldiers on despite his poor medical condition can never be exaggerated. When he looked down to see that he had leaked down his shirt, he barely paused despite the embarrassment. What a guy! A kindly customer offered him a tissue. She was…

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    MOOC poetry – bereavement

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    September 26, 2016

    Learning To Mourn by Robert Winner I’m an inexperienced mourner I don’t even know how to begin to cry out like that old man wailing in the next hospital room— oi vay, oi vay—his two sounds beating against the wall.   He makes me squirm but I get his message…

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    Such a Night

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    September 24, 2016

    The after work party was a success. I talked with new people as well as old friends and drank copious amounts of white wine. I might be foolish, but I left the bike at work and got a taxi home. After that my mind draws a blank. I woke up…

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    Stuff

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    September 23, 2016

    I suppose just lifting poems from the MOOC isn’t all that gripping for those loyal readers who want to know the ins and outs of what makes me tick…or is that thick? Learning about poetry does it for me. Not T.S. Eliot or Plath or anything heavy, but the approachable…

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  • Loss, poetry, Uncategorized

    Thomas Hardy

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    September 23, 2016

    MOOC poem: The Voice Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that…

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    Loss

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    September 22, 2016

    Week 3 of my MOOC – a bit of Wordsworth, who lost both parents by the age of 12 and a son to measles aged 4. She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to…

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    Cannibalism in Sport

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    September 21, 2016

    Chris Ashton has been suspended from top flight rugby for biting an opponent. One has to ask the question if meat was provided on the sidelines, would rugby players desist from trying to eat other players? It might be problematic having choice cuts in the path of touch judges, so…

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  • Love, poetry, Uncategorized

    Love and Death

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    September 18, 2016

    This week on my MOOC love is the theme, next week it will be death. Robert Burton, a 17th century clergyman and scholar, was discussed in relation to his description of love as a kind of sickness or madness, a commonly held view at the time. Burton’s views on love melancholy ran…

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    Nature Poetry

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    September 18, 2016

    Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop- The name because one afternoon Of heat the express train drew up there Uwontedly, it was late June.   The steam hissed, someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform.  What I saw Was Adlestrop – only the…

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