THE GREENWASH RECYCLE Starts in a marketing agency hand-out around the milleniumSocial demarcation and quantifying statistics showed newer markets More social class segmentation and new science of social media metricsIdentified new opportunities to market directly to the A B and C groups Especially those spending more time at home, the newly affluent mothersWork from homers…
poetry
Fake Farmers
Ten Books I Love
I accepted a challenge from Neil Fulwood on facebook to post ten books that I love, one book per day, no explanations, no reviews, just the covers. The idea is to promote good books, encourage reading and create a wonderful reading list. Here my 10 as posted and explanations of why chosen. This book is…
The Dead Poet
#NaPoWriMo # 3: Mallory’s Camera
#NaPoWriMo WTF
I had never heard of this acronym until my mate and fellow poet Neil Fulwood revealed it to me and a poem (pretty damn good one) too. Basically the UK Poetry Society being about ten years behind evrybody else has copped a write a poem every day in April meme from the rest of the…
MY FATHER’S THINGS – Poems for Ivo Charles Belcher
I produced an illustrated sequence of poems for my father in 2019. This April 13th he would have been 92 had he lived but he has been gone 20 years now. As a tribute I have created a pdf of the sequence that was shown as a series of artworks at the King Billy. Below…
DIESEL ON GRAVEL – 1986-1989 First Flash Fictions
Poems written in London and Oxfordshire. Published in early 1990s in Last Gasp pamphlets. Last Gasp was a poetry open mic I helped run with poets Giles Goodland and Bridget Kursheed in Oxford. From 1986 I was heavily influenced by Raymond Carver and especially his book FIRES. Indeed I attended his memorial readings event in…
Poetry in England Part 2: Poetry Flies
POETRY FLIES I came from Oxford I didn’t go to OxfordI visited Cambridge once I didn’t go to CambridgeI do not have a nice tidy clique to accept my poetryEven when I write nothing for thirty years I didn’t keep writing when I should haveI didn’t stack chairs for the powers that beOr fawn over…
POETRY IN ENGLAND
wrote this many moons ago nothing changedthe description of Les Murray reading at the end is true POETRY IN ENGLAND There is something about poetry in EnglandThat is awfully nay terribly Middle ClassSomething not quite right in the hands of a workerSibilants dribbling like snot from the poor man’s nose Wiping its sleeve on the…