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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Lots of stuff in the works, good and bad. Finally added an entry to the blog. Short though.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 09:14:25 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Natalie Andrew</dc:creator>
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 <title>Thanks. I&#039;m really pleased</title>
 <link>http://townx.org/blog/elliot/my-favourite-thing-i-wrote-2007#comment-20996</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks. I&#039;m really pleased someone bothered to comment on my writing. I like this one. It seems to survive being re-read by me, which is a good sign. When are we going to see some more of your writing? Eh?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:36:11 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>elliot</dc:creator>
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 <title>Poem</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Oooo, this is good, begs for re-reading which I like. Favourite bits:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;curved loop of the seagull&#039;s call&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;thin scent of dog roses, stroked flat by rising wind&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;an anemone mauls the peaks&lt;/p&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:20:00 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Natalie Andrew</dc:creator>
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 <title>My favourite thing I wrote in 2007</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;I do a lot of computer programming, watching &lt;span class=&quot;caps&quot;&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;s and so forth. But I have a lot of passion for writing. I write a lot of poetry. I know it&#039;s not fashionable, but I still do it, whenever the mood takes me. Last year I tried to write for at least 5 minutes every day, with varying success: I eventually stopped doing that, but did carry on writing, sometimes poring over a single poem for two or three weeks while travelling to work on the bus. Occasionally I wrote something good.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is what I consider one of the best things I wrote last year. I did it on holiday in Wales, sitting in a car park while Nicola and Madeleine were going to the toilet or something. They were away for about 20 minutes, and I put together various bits of imagery from the car park and the rest of the holiday. I then wrote it up a few months later. I like the result. I don&#039;t think it&#039;s too pretentious (you might disagree), though on reflection it is a bit overwritten; though I think it genuinely has a fair few good lines. Here it is.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;h2&gt;Welsh car park 2007-10-28&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Queen Mab complains to crows about the gulls;&lt;br /&gt;
hobgoblins lunge from mossy limbs&lt;br /&gt;
with knotted arms, heads like balls of twine&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the brow of the landscape frowns;&lt;br /&gt;
pleats of forest shake down the crag&#039;s skirt,&lt;br /&gt;
a mountain&#039;s shoulder shrugs above an elbow lake&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;as secret waterfalls shudder pebbles;&lt;br /&gt;
starlings cascade from the oak like gypsy pegs&lt;br /&gt;
round caravan steps; a row of recycling bins -&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;helmets of buried faery kings,&lt;br /&gt;
or giants&#039; trepanned skulls; slapping feet&lt;br /&gt;
on the caravan roof, the curved loop of the seagull&#039;s call&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;a smell of dust in a vast car park&lt;br /&gt;
tumbles into thin scent of dog roses, stroked flat&lt;br /&gt;
by rising wind; a fringe of cloud like an anemone mauls&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the peaks; crab skeleton, flesh scooped out;&lt;br /&gt;
our skeletons, green with algae, in the estuary flats -&lt;br /&gt;
we drive away too fast, and leave these things behind&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 15:34:12 -0600</pubDate>
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