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how was the photography class?



Paloma Faith - she's got a great voice
Cecil Day-Lewis (or Day Lewis) CBE (27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972) was an Anglo-Irish poet and the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1968 until his death in 1972. He also wrote mystery stories under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake. He is the father of actor Daniel Day-Lewis and documentary filmmaker and television chef Tamasin Day-Lewis.


The poem is dedicated to Day-Lewis’s first son, Sean, and recalls a day when he was watching Sean go in to school.

WALKING AWAY - Cecil Day Lewis

It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
A sunny day with leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away

Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.

That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.

I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.
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Hey Kiddo.
Marlene Dietrech singing Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Far out.

Marlene Dietrich in my favourite scene from Orson Welle's Touch of Evil:



The camera loved her face...


I want to be able to write full time but with a wedding, holidays,copious amounts of debt it is not financially viable at present. I'd like to be one day able to support myself financially doing it. I've gotten to a point in my life were I wonder if I could do something I actually adored for a living instead of IT.

Alan, do you have a day job? Or is writing full time now?
I want to self - publish but I don't feel like being raked over the coals by the taxman(the HMRC already take far too much) say at the end of the tax year and having spent my £10 I made on an ebook they then charge me £100 in unpaid taxes. I have to be honest and say there is nothing more boring than filling in a gosh darn tax return.


thanks for the links..googling didn't help lol.
hi all,

I can see a couple of people here self publish or are published... this pertains to UK publishing and taxes only...

Do I need to declare this? Does Kindle automatically send the tax off or do I need to do it? Do I need to then have an accountant to go though my sales etc at the end of the year?

If you publish normally i.e. through someone like Harlequin do they sort out those kinds of things for you?

thanks

Louise


so lovely...think of it as a little lullaby he sang to his son
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Hey, Kiddo!

You saw Lynryd Skynrd? Far out.
Was the Queen there? Did you two hang out? Do shooters? Diss your BFFs?
I hear she's a riot when she's pissed.

Glad you enjoyed your weekend.
It's hot here, and very, very dull.

On a sadder note, one of my heroes - Ray Bradbury - died today.
Did you know he wrote the screenplay for John Huston's Moby Dick?
That always fascinated me.

Bradbury was one of the first writers I discovered as a teen.
I was so captivated by The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, Fahrenheit 451, and especially Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Think I'll read that again.




yeah,poppet, they were amazing despite most of their bands being killed in the everglades...

The jubilee was full of sheeple...full...I like a long weekend like the best of them but I ignored it..

sorry to hear about Ray Bradbury ,dude..when writers catch your fantasy they have the ability to fuel writers...
I went to see lynryd skyrnrd lovey....awesome



nice long jubilee weekend



I can't not like ABBA..it's pre-programmed in female DNA