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Wolf Fifth blog is back, in a manner of speaking

I’m pleased to report that the archive of recordings from the Wolf Fifth blog is being recompiled in an accessible form. UbuWeb has been working to make them available again.

Posted by C.F. Ryal on 18:22.
Last modified on 2013/10/12.
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Spring poems

Four poems which are not all about spring, but they happen to sit well together, and it happens to be spring. This note is intended as an organising device for this little collection, rather like an annotated table of contents.

Posted by C.F. Ryal on 18:52.
Last modified on 2013/05/21.
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The barrel-bodied man of the national railway

The barrel-bodied man of the national railway
     guides a flatbed tow truck past
          the stairwells of their corporate flats,
off to a back corner of the parking lot,
     where a little white car has been resting
for many years, with sagging wheels,
     and the dust of many other springs.

An elegy to a little white car, to little corners of the world that vanish with our whims. One of four poems posted for the spring of 2013.

Posted by C.F. Ryal on 18:49.
Last modified on 2013/05/21.
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The Sons of Atreus Returned

No-one would begrudge them
     a quiet place to sit, a drink or two, the problem
     being who to be the first to open up
          a place for the sons of Atreus, returned
     so late, from a land so far remote
          from all of us.

A poem from a tense little corner between what is hoped for and what arrives, between the clarity of the past among us and the uncertainty of what to make of it. One of four poems posted for the spring of 2013.

Posted by C.F. Ryal on 18:48.
Last modified on 2013/05/21.
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Plum Blossoms

We saw nothing so much
     as a blue sky
plum blossoms pink and white
     black branches twisted with age

A poem of contrasts, between what we see as we look into a spring sky, and what we are despite what we see. One of four poems posted for the spring of 2013.

Posted by C.F. Ryal on 18:47.
Last modified on 2013/05/21.
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