Thursday, 18 January 2018

25 tales


18-1-18







I'm not even sure that Rudyard Kipling actually said that there only 25 stories that can be told.
However, it does sound like a sound theory to me.
However, to try to nail them down would probably require some sort of grant,
(if they exist anymore)




How many songs do we have to sing
Each and every one of us.

To carry on re-composing.


Animal occupying it's own space.
The birds.
A Britannic Saint.


Recently, I haven't been "immediately" creative - I haven't scribbled out ideas / doodled immediate things.
I haven't spent a lot of time "on-line" either.
I suppose this is a good chance to bang out a few underlying compositional challenges.


Entrance to another place.
A walk over the hill.

-and the next year-

Underhand backbiting.

A new morning in the outside world.

The magic far-away tree.





Me now,
mine, all mine.

The lost dog.

Frightened, lonely monsters.
A game of two halves.

Pre-ignition.









The back-handers,
play tonight and get ten pounds free.




Said the very knowledgeable critic. 

Envelope fields,
a pastoral number.


Spiritual bliss.


The home from home.


The end.

  

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