Christmas in London – part II

I survived Christmas alone in London.

Actually; and I feel guilty saying this, it was delightful.

I missed my mum; it is a time when everyone is talking about family. However thanks to yoga, meditation, reading and learning I was able to keep a reasonable perspective. It’s just another day, I saw my mum recently, and I will see her again soon. The other matter; a girlfriend, hopefully I will meet someone I match with soon.

After I finished work at my client on Christmas eve I went to Wholefoods and treated myself to something fancy; sourdough fruit bread (ridiculous price), this was the first part of my plan for an awesome solo Christmas day. So next morning it came to be that I was lying cosily in bed watching a Xmas short animation with toasted fruit bread and coffee. Oh and my mum had sent me a gift to unwrap; a book, and I also had a box I sent myself; a new skateboard (uhm I am in my thirties in case you were wondering).

Afterwards I packed my camera, book and sketchpad. No transport in London on xmas day, but there are hire bikes. So I took one of those from my shared place in east London and went to holborn where part two of my plan went into action; to visit The Hoxton – a really cool hotel and have some food / coffee and a beer.

So technically I even exercised!

The rest of my day was spent walking, taking photos and enjoying a couple of beers on my part walk part hire cycle pub crawl around London.

It was rainy, but that’s cool, rain can give a nice shine to city streets as the sun goes down.

This was kind of enjoyable; way less stress than roasting a turkey and preparing all the trimmings.

First photos – covent garden:

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Regent street; where I was inspired to jump into traffic and crouch down to get the rear lights and side profile of an audi r8 in front of the xmas lights. The regent street lights this year didn’t look that great in focus, but came out really nice in soft focus:

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Just behind regent street, the famous carnaby street which always has beautiful decorations:

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As I was walking around Carnaby a lovely couple asked me to take their photos with their camera, I asked them if I could take a few with my own camera and they came out quite well:

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And on boxing day I got a few shots of the southbank:

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As I took photos and drank a couple of beers I felt really good. I just wish I could have shared the day with my mum and a special girl. But then, that’s an opportunity for next year. Hopefully I can arrange something like this together with people in the future.

It’s been a few months since I started this blog on WordPress and I had a bit of a break after the poetry challenge on writing 201 at the beginning. I’d really like to thank the WordPress community for their likes and comments and support so far.

I hope everyone here had a great Christmas day and that you are all enjoying your holidays.

Sense Perceptions, Writing201 Poetry ‘Pleasure’

Sensory perception  everywhere,  each
Day I wake with a need to seek,  like an addict,
The sights,  sounds,  taste and touch that tantalise,
High and happy,  I reach for more, and more.

Physical beauty,  let me feast with shallow eyes open you,
Soft skin,  let me lay these greedy hands all over you,
Fruits,  spices,  fish and succulent meats,  let me gorge myself with you,
Fresh flowers,  let your fragrance carry me away.

Suddenly darkness comes,  alone,  I am without you,
Nothing to see or touch, skies became grey above,
Sensory pleasure has abandoned me, betrayed by my reliance,
I’m beyond empty, withdrawal; the pain that remains.

I realise now that unchecked sensory pleasure results in pain,
Instead I stay with the ever present breathe; a simple pleasure that in its essence is me.


the last day of bloggingu writing201 poetry, today we had the prompt word pleasure, using sonnet and apostrophe. I had great intentions to write a perfect sonnet but after two weeks of poetry I’m ran out of steam so this is a rough attempt to something close.

the picture is from shinjuku gardens in tokyo this spring; I thought of it related to touch.

Flavour of a Kiss – Writing201 ‘Flavour’ Poem

Never much liked to kiss, but I found something in the taste of your lips,
delicate and sweet and light,
and yet full of your depth,

Now you are gone, how can I go on?, I can’t even describe my feelings,
fleeting and elusive and subtle,
and beyond words and yet deeply real,

Dream like memories, reality had overwhelmed all my sense,
Days and months and years pass, alone
Now I find I yearn for your kiss


I wrote this poem for day 8 of bloggingU writing201 poetry course. the prompt word was flavour; I decided to stretch away from food towards the taste of a kiss. In reality I guess a kiss doesn’t have a tangible taste exactly, but it carries so much depth of sensation it’s like it does. But personally I found an enjoyable kiss to be a rare and special thing.

The format was elegy, which use elegiac couplets. I actually tried to stick to these but I’m not very good at picking apart stressed vs. unstressed syllables so I doubt I got it write.

The device was enumeration using and / or etc. conjunctions to create lists, which I have tried to do in the shorter pentameter verses.

Picture was taken at a street market in soho london last year.

A Coastal Harbour Town in Scotland


Fishing boats in wait,
Metal clangs, a seagull calls,
But otherwise still,

Fishermen resting
In cottages, a respite,
From the cold hard seas,

Wire mesh, wooden slats,
Lobster pots piled by the side,
Waiting for their bait,

A visitor walks,
Taking photos, fingers numb,
Scotland’s winter coast


These are a few photographs I took in Anstruther; a small former fishing village on the East Coast of Scotland. They were taken last winter, it was super cold and my fingers were numb holding the camera 🙂

Nomadic – Writing 201

Nomadic, that’s my habit,
Never in one place, that’s my taste,
Mario running from a koopa shell,
Never afraid, just need my space,

No static, life is dramatic,
Had a childhood home, but not for so long,
Like a fable, hardly remember the dinner table,
Now, alone like a high flying drone, nowhere to belong,

Nosy neighbours, and small minded drama,
Social welfare, socially they just don’t care,
I wanna fly away; like an angry bird,
Don’t need no neighbourhood, they never treated me fair,

On the move, you know my groove,
Collecting passport stamps, that’s my jam,
Travels beauty, a call of duty,
What you got ‘no hood’? don’t worry that’s my life plan,

“Ain’t no sunshine when your gone”,
^^ Cause I take it with me,
Like zelda searching for my princess,
Never rest that’s my life’s test,

But travel ain’t always rosy or cosy,
I even spent a night in a Russian jail cell,
Wasn’t grand theft auto,
Just some incorrect documents; I don’t dwell,

Sometimes I get lonely,
Without a neighbourhood; social comfort food,
Like I’m questing in world of warcraft, with a staff,
on horseback, with a wizards hood, I don’t mean to be rude,

But I heard, that home is where the heart is,
And my real neighbourhood,
The people close to my heart,


I wrote this poem for wordpress bloggingU writing 201. The idea was to write a ballad. A ballad should be emotionally charged, dramatic and include a larger than life character. I don’t think I really hit those, but I tried to make this poem quite strong and fast at least.

Ballads traditionally use a ABCB structure with 2nd and fourth lines rhyming. I also found that there is a defined meter; they traditionally alternate between 4 met feet / line and 3, so you would have syllable structure 8686. I definitely didn’t meet that, it would take me a lot longer than one day to figure out how to write it that way.

The device we were using was assonance, which is the repetition or pattern of vowal sounds. I played around with trying to get a lot of ‘a’ sounds into the first and second stanza / verse.

The keyword was Neighbourhood. This was kind of difficult as I don’t feel like I have had a neighbourhood for so long. I remember some when I was very young. And to be honest, I remember mostly bullying, gossip, nosiness etc. As I was growing up I also stayed in homeless accomodation with my father and then in welfare kind of accomodation and the people around us were the worst of society. So, I guess I have forsaken neighbourhoods and community in my life to a certain extent; I don’t have any trust there. So this was my theme together with my passion for travelling and moving around. It’s easy to feel jealous of people that travel a lot, but I do miss the cosiness and safety of a home base and if you saw some of the places I have stayed you definitly wouldn’t it romantic.

A Portrait By Love & Sadness – Writing 201 ‘Found Poem’

A story of time,
As seasons pass,
Of dream-like
Love;
A teacher of heartbreak, which breaks hearts, and
Sadness;
Distance from intimacy and intimacy with distance,
With subtlety time paints,
Portraits,

 


I wrote this for wordpress bloggingU writing 201 poetry course day 6. The challenge today was to write a poem based on the prompt word ‘face’, using ‘found poetry’ and including ‘chiasmus’

I decided to use the back cover of a book I am reading right now; strange weather in tokyo, by hiromi kawakami, translated by allison markin powell.

The book itself is beautifully written and reads like poetry to me so far.

It was quite challenging using a restricted set of words. I decided to go with the theme of our portraits showing our experiences in life; think laughter lines, worry lines etc. And I included the idea of love and sadness which I think affect how we look.

The chiasmus were fun to think about, I am not sure how well they work. The first one heartbreak and breaks hearts. The idea being that if we are hurt and have our heart broken we may find it harder to love in future and hence cause heart break in return; not sure if the prose is strong enough to get this across. The distance / intimicy one, I simply fell into having wanted to balance having one for love with one for sadness.

Edit: after the original posting I had to remove ‘by, how and our’ which weren’t on the back cover; i only noticed when adding the second picture.