mary gauthier, neil young, james taylor, karine polwart, eliza gylkison, chris smither, beatles, stones, donovan leitch, melanie safka, bob, vashti bunyan, joni, paul simon, cat/yusuf, jake thackery, martin carthy, stan arnold, blind boy fuller, robert johnston, mississippi john hurt, bessie smith, buffy sainte marie, buffy the vampire slayer and the rocky horror show
poetry
Dylan Thomas, Ted Hughes, Philip Larkin, Wendy Cope, Carol Ann Duffy, Paul Muldoon, Sylvia Plath, Carl Sandburg, e e cummings, don marquis, Don Paterson, Peter Porter, Geoffrey Hughes and Seamus Heaney.
Sounds Like
co-planned (as opposed to cop-land)
Pronounced like Aaron's Copland, who wasn't related to the Kirkcudbrighshire coplands. His father was converted from Kaplan to Copland by an immigration person at Ellis Island.
I've just heard that a poet has gone. Matt Simpson from Liverpool.
The world of poets has changed.
Galosherman
Get out of your pome! he’d say.
Get out of your bloody pome!
That pome is not about you!
I’d argue. Change it anyway.
(Sorry, I’m struggling with his going
and I’ve just entered his one too.)
I meant to call in the other day
but I went to the pub instead.
Now another poet’s told me — Matt’s dead.
They tried to bypass his heart.
They should have know it was much too big
for that.
At least I have all his writings
and he’s in every bloody poem. Hiding,
and he can't get out. Whatever he said.
copland smith
always small case, once a mathematician, is a poet, songwriter, playwright, essayist, Guardian letter-writer and creative writing guide. Born in Liverpool 1953. Family a mix of Scottish, Irish and English, and Welsh by residency. Blood ancestry: County Durham. Brought up in Wallasey (and Cymru, Nigeria, Northants and Suffolk) 4 daughters, 2 grand-daughters. copland lives in Chorlton cum Hardy, Manchester
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(ie copland the singer) has been performing since 1971
can be seen at Chorlton Folk Club, most Thursdays
No set band — the &co bit of co&co has included:—
Christine Johnston, Ian Entwistle, Huge Hugh Harrison, Spikoh, LisaMarie Glover, Katy and her Brazilian Cajón,
Chris "Skiffle" Wareing, Clive the Harp, Mark the Cowboy, Brian the Bodhran, and, of course, Jozeph the Shirt.
came out as a poet in 1985. Many prizes, including three times a runner-up in The National Poetry Competition. Poems in Ambit, Outposts, North, Rialto, Orbis, The Cricketer…
His first poetry collection, one-eyed seller of garlic, was published in 1994.
copland, the poet laureate of chorlton-cum-hardy (west) writes heavy poems about death and love. He writes funny poems, too. He is writing stories about Matthew, a fictional Chorltonian, whose plans keep going wrong. Hopefully, these will be gathered together in a book, before too long. The Chorlton Arts Festival (see friends) has hosted 2 of his verse plays: Adopted and The Seafarer's Son which he translated from Old English and expanded.
• copland is always available for readings or workshops, or judging competitions.
Short, terse, unfriendly, Yet sometimes quite emotive; I am the Haiku.
You scored as Witch, You were a witch in a past life and therefore possessed an inherent ability to shape the environment around you. Many people respected and admired you for your abilities but a small few instead found themselves threatened by your presence. You died consumed by flames at the stake in full knowledge that you would live again.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
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Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
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Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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