I am Illusion (a poem)

“Mollusc Nebula” – an abstract painting

I am illusion.
Creation my vocation.
Imag’ry imaginary
Plays havoc with perception:
Pictorial pretence.

I am confusion.
Refraction of reality.
Abstraction to duality.
Distraction at high degree:
None of it makes sense.

I am delusion.
Seeing’s not believing;
Drawing is deceiving;
And painting is a thieving –
At mundanity’s expense.

And in conclusion,
I am all of this and more
Surface truth and deep-set flaw
Interpretation from the core
Insist on ex-istence


High Place – a poem not about art

O, come walk with me, she said,
And I’ll show you a place I know.
A high place, near the sky place.
A special place you need to see, she said.

Down paths that only she knew,
I followed her, I walked with her;
Starting unsure, the way obscure,
But with ev’ry single step my trust grew.

Up a steep steep hill we strode.
Out of breath we reached the top:
Flat top, plateau, so high up,
Grassy sides either side of an old road.

Together atop that hill, we
Found beauty, peace, and respite
From ev’ryday cares and spite;
Feeling stronger and better ready.

If there be magic then true
Magic resides in places like that.
Call it soul – call it spirit;
The name matters not. ‘Tis it’s own value.


(No) Fear of the Blank Page – a poem

wooden pen

The blank page it awaits
Like freshly fallen snow
Which crisply recieves
Footprints on the go

The blank page’s mystery
Is empty and null.
It has but one purpose:
It needs to be full.

Launch yourself into the blankness
Accept the challenge of the new
Make a mark upon the canvas
Write your name on a page or two…

The blank page it has gone
You’ve made a good start
Now sully another one
In pursuit of your art.

Gender Switches

“She Moves Through the Fair” is usually sung from the male perspective. However, it is frequently sung by a female vocalists. Many of these vocalists are happy to keep the original perspective and sing of a female young love; others have felt the need to change the genders of the protagonists. Sometimes this is reflected in a similar change to the title, but not always.

The following is a list of the versions that I am aware of where the lyrics have been altered to “He moved through the fair”:

She Moves Through the Fair: Cara Dillon


It seems that Ms. Dillon was singing this song live some time before it appeared on her 2009 album, Hill of Thieves, because I kept reading about her version and couldn’t find a studio recording – until the album came out, that is. The simple treatment – with piano and flute backing – really sets off Cara’s beautiful voice.

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Like Riding a Bicycle…

I’ve recently started a new technical writing job; it’s the sort of job where there’s a bit of hanging around to start with because some things aren’t ready and because I’ll be part of a new team that hasn’t all arrived yet. I was chatting to one of the other guys in the nascent team, talking about software tools – Word, Framemaker, Ventura, InDesign etc. Framemaker is, more or less, the industry standard for technical writers. My experience with it is a few versions ago, but that shouldn’t matter.

“It’s not difficult,” said my colleague.

“No,” I agreed, “It’s like riding a bicycle.”

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