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Social Fretwork – Poetry Reading by Dermott Hayes

At last, Wildsound has a stab at my poem but I can’t help thinking the chap didn’t under stand it…

POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Poetry performed by actor Kaleb Alexander

SOCIAL FRETWORK by Dermott Hayes

POETRY 7 questions:

What is the theme of your poem?

Are social networks a paradox?

How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

When we communicate with cyber friends, does it engender more anxiety and loneliness.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Four years

Do you have a favorite poet?

Alexander Pope

What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Interesting theme.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Published three books, a biography, a novel and a collection of short stories. New novel on the way and another collection of short stories. Short film, 1916, Souls of Freedom to be screened at Kerry Film Festival in October. Screenplay, Old Bones has been performed, this month, by Wildsound festival.

What is your…

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Walking the Human

In the paradox of social networks, the more cyber friends we make, the less social we become is apt and what seems novel now - human walking services - will be normal tomorrow. The Wildsound Poetry festival will post a performance of my poem, Social Fretwork ,soon, please look out for it and give me…Read more Walking the Human

THE FLAX GOLDEN TALES

I thought this was worth reblogging since The Flax Golden Tales now stretch to 13 and the latest addition, One Single Memory is a poignant poem of young, unrequited love by writer, Caillen James. A book of children’s poems found in a charity shop and a mysterious birthday message, a collage of carefully selected images…Read more THE FLAX GOLDEN TALES

One Single Memory

Yet another Flax Golden Tale – a wonderful paen to love and memories of lost childhood- from Caillen James

Caillen James -- Author

The pillow fight–

You got that gash

Above your eye

From all the glass.

The gifts you bought

Our toes in sand

And all the times you held my hand.

When we were nine

You’d write those lines

And every year

We’d mark the time.

September breeze

When we were free

Cause we were kids

And we could dream.

Now all that’s here–

Just one Band-Aid

And all the things

We left unsaid.

Our dreams were left

And childhood spent

Cause youth is  when

The Sidewalk Ends.

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Sylvia’s Letter

This is where it all started and, frankly, explains the unsightly plaster stuck to the collage, I needed something to cover ‘Heather’s’ name because I’ve written it as Sylvia’s letter to her boyfriend saying all the things she wanted to say to him but couldn’t because her mother (Sylvia’s Mother) wouldn’t let him come to the phone.

Postcard from a Pigeon

When I bought a book in a charity shop I found a mysterious birthday collage inside the cover. Fijay from Blog On! and I decided we would both do our own versions of the story behind the message in the book.

I bought a book by Shel Silverstein in a charity shop. He wrote Sylvia’s Mother. It was a book of his drawings and poetry for children. I remembered buying the same book once, in New York, and bringing it home and reading it for my children. There was a birthday message, pasted as a collage, inside the book and a cryptic note to whomever it was intended. I mentioned this to fellow blogger, Fijay who has many theories about what was going on. So, I suggested she post a blog about her interpretation and I would post mine.

Now my first experience of Shel Silverstein was as a songwriter

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ORGANIC, story of a fire

It's strange how the mind works and the associations made in a creative burst. I was doing my weekly shopping in an organic market in The Liberties on a square called Newmarket where a new distillery was being constructed. The previous evening I had sampled a new drink called 'Flaming Pig' which celebrated the Dublin…Read more ORGANIC, story of a fire