• on time

    Sat inside the pubDylan Thomas frequentedNo inspiration~ n.b. Swansea, Wales, December. Bleak. CLP 10/12/2025

  • on neighbours

    They moved in last weekShe’s complaining alreadyIt’s too quiet round hereI turned my music upI’ve heard nothing since~n.b. ‘“You can please some of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time.” Abraham Lincoln said that.’ Bob Dylan sang that. CLP 24/11/2024

  • on Broadmarsh

    built, abandonedpart-demolishedin a lifetimedecay of a vibrant cityrusting steel wiredusty crumbling concrete wallstwisted metal window framesboarded off from pedestrianswho are diverted up the hillpast the empty shell of Debenham’swhere the busker singsThings Have Changed ~ n.b. Nottingham has changed. Improved? Not for a visitor to say. Bob Dylan link here. CLP 06/05/2024

  • on life

    every place I’ve livedMilton Glazer’s Dylan framedtogether through life ~ n.b. The last frame (which was the first) broke in the move…now re-framed. Is that a metaphor? CLP 16/03/2023

  • on Ukraine

    private enterpriseproviding bodies for causewho does this profit? ~ n.b. As has been seen in Eritrea and Somalia, the persistence of a war, the subsequent escalation of arms supplies to a region, leads to local groups establishing their own power bases, baronial lands. In Ukraine’s Soledar, the Wagner group is cutting out a piece of

  • on time

    don’t be afraid, look backthere’s water, other stuff toobridges have been crossed ~ CLP 19/06/2022

  • On Playing xviii

    If I put it all on the hope of winning you when would the wheel stop? ~ n.b. There is much sensible advice to hand for gamblers. For example: when the fun stops, stop; only bet what you can afford to lose. What if you never take a chance? What do you win then? Do

  • On the Street i

    Australian with guitar, adapting Dylan to a-changing times ~ n.b. You can find Mike Chrome playing in Norwich and you can tip him for his quality tunes through https://ko-fi.com/mikecrome ~ CLP 02/10/2020

  • Oh, Where Have You Come From, My Blue-Eyed Boy?

    I come from Malmo Its low gentle farmland Mudflats by the Øresund I come from beneath the cavernous sky Of the Lincolnshire fens I come from the tops of Cork’s raging cliffs And sea-carved bays I come from coal-stained valleys that cut Through Merthyr’s coal-drained hills To Cardiff’s terraced streets I come from the Blitzed