summer sport

After a busy evening
listening to cicada orchestras
and dancing with
                grasshoppers
through the weeds,
the cat comes home.

He sniffs the bowl of kibble
then looks up, looks
dissatisfied, as if to say,
“dried cat food’s
                just
                  not
                    cricket.”

dry’ku II

Strappy sandals;
at every step
my toes launch grasshoppers.

the ethics of endings

In tune with all the Harry Potter hype, I’ve been reading articles, blogs and opinions about the final book. One piece which caught my attention was: So, Does Harry Potter Live?, an article which has the sub head: “Giving away the secret at the end of the last book in Rowling’s series—whether downloaded or bought legally—betrays both author and audience.

The writer, Weinstein, is a “Corporate Ethics Consultant”, whatever that might be. Sadly, I think he probably isn’t much of a reader or film-goer.

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dry’ku

Lizard
trickles across concrete:
memory of water

 

Wind skitters leaves
across the yard. They crumble
to sand-coloured dust.

 

Honeysuckle drapes
overflowing wheelie bins:
summer-scented air.

Madrid, de plano

Si has llegado aquí buscando un plano del metro, encontrarás algunos enlaces útiles aquí. – Añadido agosto 2008.

“Metro de Madrid se sale del mapa” dice el anuncio, y suena mucho mejor en castellano que en inglés. A mí me cuesta no interpretarlo como “los políticos se salen con la suya y el Metro de Madrid se ha perdido” pero en realidad es una referencia al nuevo diseño del plano del Metro. Después de tanta carrera para inaugurar el mayor número posible de estaciones antes de las elecciones, ahora han inaugurado un mapa nuevo para que quepan todas en la misma hoja.

Y, sinceramente, a mí no me gusta.

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the naming of cats

“Don’t give it a name unless you’re going to adopt it,” was the wise advice from a friend when I told him about the young, skinny, grey cat which was merodeando la casa sizing us up as prospective family.

Wise advice. Except it got me thinking about cats and cat names, of course.

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wings in the night

I know there are better things to be doing on a Saturday night than surfing the web, but my partner was away and there was nothing on TV, so I’m afraid that’s where you’d have found me last weekend. The cat was around somewhere, but as long as he wasn’t bothering me, I wasn’t going to bother about him.

Then he started: “Miaow.” “Miaaoooww.

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