Morning from the East

Fair enough, but do you have to launch your work on multiple threads?

I couldn't make head nor tail of the op's book review.
Maybe I'm just thick.

It must be exam leave again [bored] emoticon!

About as impenetrable as Ulysses.

Oh, and a little punctuation lesson: you have a greengrocer's apostrophe in line 10.

Thanks -Soutra-, but are multiple threads, repetitions of the same posting (an error already corrected by admin), or, are you suggesting that I should post all my utterings, apart from comments to another's posting, at one thread, a continuous conversation as it were (not a bad idea)?
If so, then is there a word limit on the thread or any individual message?
-Ninathenana-: Sorry but this 'op' will try to be less confusing, a better writer, just for you, oh beautiful one.
-AshTree- Thanks. I presume that I have added the apostrophe in error. I think you're saying Ulysses was basically simple and of a straining celibacy and yes, that's me. Thanks for appreciating it. Regards r

Nina, in that case we're both thick. How very weird, both this and the other spiel.

I love poetry, but am definitely not clever enough to understand what this poem is all about!

-Ninathenana-: apologies once again, but please, what does 'op' mean?
Options possible: other person; operant publisher; other parent; old parsnip; old prick; old poof; old person; old pa; other party; orbiting planet; off planet; outstanding person; obviously perfect; obsequiously pusillanimous; obsolescence personified; otherworldly predominantly; oh please; occupationally poor; obviously pensioned; orderly and plain; our playmate; organs percolating; orbiting periscope; obfuscating and putrefying...etc.
But I'm thinking, 'our playmate'?

Sorry to disappoint, it means "Opening post", and not the sort you need a paper knife for.

Sorry people that you find my 'work' weird and can't understand it. Do you want me to interpret/speak to yourselves about it. Are you interested in what I think I'm saying (it's really not that deep)?
-henetha- What is it you love in poetry? Can you share some special lines you love? Would be nice. r

What works of literature did you like at school?

What's 'straining celibacy'?

I am guessing - you liked T S Elliot, James Joyce? Try Christopher Rush "Hellfire and herring" - not poetry but an autobiography of a boyhood in a Fife fishing village, with poetry in the language.

Perhaps 'straining celibacy' is something the 'monk' is finding difficult to cope with. Are you still studying at school, robomonk?

I think "straining celibacy" means that he was celibate but his trousers were not.

Why robo? Are you not human? Are you a computer?

-soontobe- Honestly, the harder question is which ones did I not like. They were all new and totally better than the radio or the newspapers. Including plays my favourite ones were Shakes.:Hamlet,; George Bernard Shaw: Pygmalion; Books: Dickens: Tale of Two Cities, David Copperfield; Trollop: Barchester Towers; Conrad: Heart of Darkness, Typhoon and Youth; Collins: Moonstone; Waugh: the one with Aimee Thanatagenous; Golding: Lord of The Flies; didn't go for D.H.Lawrence that much; Pride and prejudice I've all but forgotten; Poetry: the usual selections from Keats, Chaucer, Auden, Byron, Coleridge, Milton; Hopkins, Shakes' sonnets plus a book I loved on the Sea by Rachael someone.
There are those I've forgotten and I will undoubtedly begin to forget more as I and my days move into my diminishing mental capacity to 'rule the universe' beyond my bedroom commode.

T.S.Elliot and Joyce- yes of course thanks for the reminder, the old brain holds the day for me rather well, the more recent stuff, well, it just hangs off the hook somewhere below surface. Those I read a bit later at Uni with a whole lot of other works Burroughs, Maugham, DuMaurier, Moorcock and the Sci-Fi greats- oh, you know the list, all that culture stuff.
'Straining celibacy', why, brother, when was it ever easy to deprive oneself permission to fall completely in love with every gorgeous damsel present in one's universe? The flesh is weak and the soul, well it just 'merges' at will.
Is celibacy supposed to be easy? You're kidding.
Don't get me wrong, I have an x who lives away, we're 'divorced'- but I'm an old world, off planet slightly crazy catholic- our marriage was not annulled! Thus, I'm still married but she isn't- she was Anglican by faith-where divorce is permitted, or so I believe. There you have it. Simple isn't it?

I should think you could add much to the Writers' Room.

I love the thought of being close to the romantic origins of the English language and of language itself. I smell the ancient hieroglyphs and the Celtic runes, see the sweat of the Roman centurions and their leather. The ancient baths and the temples of the Gods, the green grasses of the distant battlefields, you've seen the movies, know the lineage of your, our Kings and Queens. The language reeks with the archaeology of our world, the home of much of the mind of this baby boomer.
I am pained at the memories of London bombings even though practically every inch of England's turf has been sprayed by the blood ancestors warring and still Keats prises a Grecian Urn in some metric lyric which young students of poetry commit to young brains yet uncured with amphetamines, opiates but possibly a glass or two of ale has passed by.
I remember a beautiful lass served me a cup of coffee in a tea house in Bath when I visited many years ago. She was so beautiful, but I had already simply plighted my troth, a sacredness not to be cast aside in folly. No, there is not much I feel your writer's room needs from me that is not already part of your heritage my love. Regards r.

Well, you can cut out the my love bit, but the rest was quite thoughtful.

You do sound a bit sad, as regards your ex.

Thanks soontobe. You mustn't take offence at my use of the word 'love'. When I'm feeling 'moody' and soulful it is appropriate and not necessarily directed to you but involves a muse which resides hereabouts. Seems to enshroud us all in a love, friend or foe.
Sad is good, it's natural and I'm still in mourning over the death of my mother two years ago. I am a bit slow and a bit lowly. But this is good.
I'm happy for the x as she is happy, I enjoy my solitude, muchly. Goodnight. r

ok.

Condolences on losing your mother robomonk, she must have been a good age if you can remember the bombing of London , oh perhaps you meant 7/7??
Anyway, no wish to kick a man when he is feeling lowly, but I think your poetry (and prose) need work.
A thread to avoid, for me.