tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post2195997974718787868..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: same door, no connection, teaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-77354958431998332412008-09-29T17:35:00.000+01:002008-09-29T17:35:00.000+01:00Weathered paint on old wood I think. What a colour...Weathered paint on old wood I think. What a colour, though! Yes, it is Dave reading the poem. I am shy of the whole idea of reading my own stuff as well as idle. In thanking Dave I said that poets seldom read their own work well, and that he had brought out aspects of the poem, which I hadn't thought about.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-67340687819030325032008-09-29T10:43:00.000+01:002008-09-29T10:43:00.000+01:00Alternatively: it's the wrong kind of laptopAlternatively: it's the wrong kind of laptopRoderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-10271173898411946502008-09-28T16:45:00.000+01:002008-09-28T16:45:00.000+01:00Another interesting photo! What is the peachy colo...Another interesting photo! What is the peachy coloured surface, painted plaster? <BR/><BR/>By the way, I enjoyed your poem at qarrtsiluni! Sounds like Dave reading it, was hoping to hear your voice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com