KD2006
The thoughts and experiences of poet, playwright, and songwriter Karl Dallas, during the year 2006.
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Saturday, January 28, 2006
Second skin to the power of infinity
Once again we have the chance
to be born again.
Behind us we leave the trail
of an infinitude of skins
sloughed off
as time moves on.
We can see what we've been,
but as we look back we see also the shape
of what we can be.
Each year we revisit
the place of our birth,
how we started out
and what we have made with how we were born.
It is a day unlike any other day
yet just the same:
day follows night,
yet all twentyfour hours are one,
shading greyly one into another,
a flickering screen of single frames,
flying before us like a riffling pack of cards,
reprising all our various roles: Jack Queen King,
and sometimes the lonely one-is-one and evermore shall be so,
the Ace.
We are none of these Masks we wear
but all.
Our clocks gobble up the days between New Year and the turkey-time.
But here, just for an instant,
like mice in the great ploughman's hands,
we're given pause
to see ourselves as eternity sees us:
a moment writ like all our names,
on water.
A poem for my 75th birthday
(and for any other birthday boys or girls who might find it appropriate to them)
(and for any other birthday boys or girls who might find it appropriate to them)
Once again we have the chance
to be born again.
Behind us we leave the trail
of an infinitude of skins
sloughed off
as time moves on.
We can see what we've been,
but as we look back we see also the shape
of what we can be.
Each year we revisit
the place of our birth,
how we started out
and what we have made with how we were born.
It is a day unlike any other day
yet just the same:
day follows night,
yet all twentyfour hours are one,
shading greyly one into another,
a flickering screen of single frames,
flying before us like a riffling pack of cards,
reprising all our various roles: Jack Queen King,
and sometimes the lonely one-is-one and evermore shall be so,
the Ace.
We are none of these Masks we wear
but all.
Our clocks gobble up the days between New Year and the turkey-time.
But here, just for an instant,
like mice in the great ploughman's hands,
we're given pause
to see ourselves as eternity sees us:
a moment writ like all our names,
on water.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Another test
A Valentine message to she-knows-who
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A Valentine message to she-knows-who
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Some of my songs
I have an on-going programme, uploading my songs and poems to my website at http://www.karldallas.com. The following links will be constantly updated, so please check back and listen to the new postings (additional items will be marked with an asterisk)
Songs about loving Songs about politics etc My songs sung by other people Ewan MacColl Teddy Munro
The Dransfields
(acc. Peggy Seeger)
Monday, January 23, 2006
Podcast test
This is a test to see how to blog audio files. (This one is copyright, which is why I'm not telling you what it is!)
Click here to test MP3 link
Click here to test MP3 link
