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Time marches. Sometimes on hot coals, other times on pillows. Either way, it does.And while it does, tides turn, whispering in my ear the significance of the turn on an arcade sixpence.

Since my last entry, I have put together a book of poems, a handful of which have been previously published. The decision to self publish was not an easy one. I understand that I surrounded by the market reputations of publishing houses, but then, with the advent of the Ebook eclipsing paper, what is there to lose in this life?

The truly excellent Shamshad Khan has very kindly offered me a launch night.

http://www.manchesteririshfestival.co.uk/event/2011-03-28_all-irish-poems-under-sun


the book itself is called a Million Ways to Measure the Sun, and is I feel, the book I had to get out of my system in order that I move forward and develop as a writer. I have to say thanks to the many people who have assisted me along the way, am smiling as i type, for all their individualities, and presence of mind, whether it be about semi-colon placement, or the subtleties of Pagan thought enclosures, or the consideration of consideration, my thanks to you all. And of course, to Nihad Wicho for his art for the cover of the book - Nihad's work can be found on Facebook, and his work i admire very much, a true artist.


http://www.lulu.com/browse/search.php?search_forum=-1&search_cat=2&show_results=topics&return_chars=200&search_keywords=&keys=&header_search=true&search=&locale=&sitesearch=lulu.com&q=&fListingClass=0&fSearch=steve+garside&fSubmitSearch.x=0&fSubmitSearch.y=0


Outside of this book, i have been quietly gathering new material, and falling into the musical arms of Radiohead's new album, King Of Limbs, and considering a ghost story.


stay tuned for more rock n roll...

HUSH 26.11.10

'you better HUSH (hush) HUSH (hush) somebody's calling my name...'

now the film was a bit BOBBINS, but Steve Vai and the inimitable Ry Cooder made the film worth it - at the part in the film when the then young Mr Macchio stepped up to gittar duel with Mr Vai, the above line is pulsed out into the onlooking folk dressed in black... Good vs Evil and the battle of the MOJO hand and then the guitars seared through the riff after riff through the roof

(oh to be a rock GOD)...

It goes without saying then that the similarities between HUSH and Crossroads end at this very point in the 'BLOG ENTRY'

...In the red walled basement of a Manchester Friday night, deep within the warmth of the Earth Cafe; HUSH was in session.

The HOT CHOCOLATE (with choice of milk) was excellent btw - have to stick this in here as i have no idea how to link it into the rest of the entry...

Yes HUSH was in session for the second time, intimacy paraded quietly around the room as Mr Potter - whose younger years i knew nothing of until - after his remarks as polite as buttered scones - we did. Gerry's slow and deliberate progression of aspects of his life quilted the evening and provided bedtime spiritual sat nav directions on death, tramps and of course the booze...

Rod Tame's delivery was as excellent as the HOT CHOCOLATE WITH CHOICE OF MILK (remind me to edit the earlier HOT CHOCOLATE WITH CHOICE OF MILK out of the entry as it is now perhaps superfluous). Given his relatively short time in the arena of the word - confidence, timing and scripting of humane personal reflections decorated the path which led ultimately to Cathy Crabb...

With her mother's made mosiac box of trinkets (which reminded me of the line in Micheal Hartnett's poem, 'Death of An Irishwoman' - 'a child's purse full of useless things'), family photos, wafer delicate and downright thumping observations about her family were nothing short of delightful, and of course fully interactive - being allowed to root in said shiny box - which is a neat way to involve and coax a gathering into a sense of community.

mmm - now there's a word... community... why do we need a GOVT initiative about happiness isn't it obvious how people feel already?

'for a minute there i lost myself, i lost myself...'

ahem... thank you Mr Yorke.

Gerry ladled his observations of middle age for the appreciating huddle of Oliver Twist listeners, before poetic servings from several of the audience (Faustus, shushi listening to a listeners voice), warm around tables now furnished with drained mugs of HOT CHOCOLATE WITH CHOICE OF MILK, plates relieved of apple pie and tumblers reflecting the lighting - while outside; folk moved through the freezing silk of another city evening, ready for the cocaine fuelled cocktails of freedom; the first time tie looseners and the inevitable labelled handbags at dawn...


Great evening, good crowd, nuff said...

If you haven't been should you go? tick (YES)

Should you ask for HOT CHOCOLATE? tick (NEXT QUESTION)

Should you google the Earth Cafe and go eat there? (tick (YES)

Are you happy to have read at the evening Steve? tick (YES VERY MUCH SO)

Is it time to post this blog entry Steve? tick (YES)



HUSH now ....

furthermore...

windows are beginning to fascinate...

putting a set list together for Friday, i did the TV recording on Saturday - first take - though i have yet to see the film- watch this space.

Also putting together a collection of poems from the stuff i have written to date

tis cold this morning, not to worry we have an extra day off next year...