gone, gone, gone

From six months ago, anger then, just a resdiual feeling now ...

Driving to my last day of work I played this track from the Alison Krauss and Robert Plant album 'Raising Sand'.

The line 'gone, gone, gone, coz you done me wrong' seemed appropriate.

Glad to be gone. Now let's move on.


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peek and boo look for work

Somewhere in this land. Early morning. A tree around which two swallows dance in flight. Enter Peek.

Peek: (Shouts) Do you believe in me? (Waits for a few seconds, listening, listens again, wait for a few more seconds, then exits.)

Enter Boo.

Boo: (Shouts) Do you believe in me? (Waits for a few seconds, listening, listens again, wait for a few more seconds.)

Enter Peek.

Peek: I thought someone responded.

Boo: To who?

Peek: To me, who else

Boo: You're not the only one.

Peek: I know that, there would be no problem if I was.

Boo: It could have been to me.

Peek: So there was a response then?

Boo: Not to you!

Peek: To you?

Boo: No, not to anyone. Not from anyone.

Peek: Having you been looking for long?

Boo: Too long and yet not long enough.

Peek: I know that feeling, it's not even the work itself you look for after a while.

Boo: No? It is for me, what more does a man need.

Peek: Yes, but there is something else also, that feeling of belonging and worth.

Boo: I just need the bread.



(Light moves across the stage.)

Peek: Oh! There might be some life here.

Boo: There might be, who knows?

Peek: Ah! Something will turn up, it always does.

Boo: Does it?

Peek: Eventually, yes.

Boo: Eventually, (pause), yes.

Peek: The start, you know, that is all we need.

Boo: Yes, but why does it feel like the end to me.

Peek: That'll be you and your misery.

Boo: And you and your misery, what does it feel like?

Peek: Ah! To hell with yeah! I think there is some life around here yet.

(Light moves across the stage.)

Peek: See, there you go, it could be the start.

Boo: Oh, it'll be the start alright, shall we try again?

Peek: Ok, that's the lad, I'll go first.

(Peek moves forward stage three steps, waits, looks around, waits some more.)

Peek: (Shouts) Do you believe in me?

(Waits for a few seconds, listening, listens again, wait for a few more seconds. Boo moves forward stage three steps, waits, looks around, waits some more.)

Boo:(Shouts) Do you believe in me?

(Waits for a few seconds, listening, listens again, wait for a few more seconds.)

Peek: I thought there was something there, like a low hum, a reassuring sound, an engine just ticking over perhaps or the fan in an oven.

Boo: Or a heavy door closing, or a book. Yes, that was it, a heavy book closing, a big one, mind you, one of importance.

Peek: Will we try again?

Boo: We will. We will try again, what else is there to do?

Fade to black.


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if you go down to the wood today again

Walking again with my son in the woods it is great to observe the small things and the big things. The small things include beautiful snow drops (galanthus nivalis) sadly hanging their heads and seeking comfort in clusters.

Spring encourages the shoots but the roots have kept a firm grip through the recent gales.

Some others have not fared so well. I am not sure what the cause of death was for these two young fellows but even though myxomatosis is common in this area they lack its symptoms.

Returning to the trail the signs of spring soon show up again, I am not sure but this may be either a type of a violet or pink purslane (claytonia sibirica).

Of course there is always the garbage to pick up!

But then we can return to enjoying the hermaphrodite flowers of the hawthorn (crataegus monogyna).

Here is a male on top of a female frog (rana temporaria), she will lay around 1000-3000 eggs over the course of a few days. I guess he is just along for the ride!

Life and death and life again, all on a short walk in the woods.
The small things and the big things.

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ladybirds and ladybugs again

Crossing the pond from Canada to the UK some friends still stay close. I was reminded this weekend that in Canada we used see the 'two spotted ladybug' (adalia bipunctata).

Another ladybird, the harlequin (harmonia axyridis succinea) was introduced to North America in 80's to control aphids who were damaging the pecan crops. It is now the most widespread ladybird species in the US and has already invaded much of northwestern Europe. It arrived in Britain in summer 2004 and in my bathroom early yesterday.

So the next time you dig into some pecan pie, think of the harlequin and his profilicacy.



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ladybirds and ladybugs
harlequin survey
harlequin ladybird

recommended reading

Here, in descending order, are my top recommendations from my 2007 reading.

1. Jimmy Corrigan, the smartest kid on earth by Chris Ware
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"the best graphic novel I have read, some of the pictures present complex familial histories in a way I have never seen before, a great central character and depth of emotion"

2. Agile Estimating and Planning.
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"a great and hugely pragmatic book for those looking to adopt an agile method for software development"

3. Imperium by Robert Harris
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"an easy but gripping read with a powerful attention to detail that brings life to ancient Rome"

4. The China Study by Dr. T. Colin Campbell
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"comprehensive, clear and good science that makes for a convincing argument regarding nutrition"

In 2005 just one work of fiction made it into my top 5, last year it was three, in 2007 it falls back to two. In 2007 I read 28 books (13 fiction, 16 non fiction) [2006-35 books(19 fiction, 16 non-fiction), 2005-35 books (5 fiction, 30 non-fiction)].

Of the 28 I read this year 6 were graphic novels so overall my reading has reduced a little and the amount of fiction I have read has increased also, both good things.



Complete 2007 reading list ...
Listed below are the books I read in 2007, books in bold type may also be worth a look.

Flashman in the great game - George MacDonald Frazier
The Acme Novelty Library Vol. 16 - Chris Ware
Quimby the Mouse - Chris Ware
The Acme Novelty Library - Chris Ware
Ice Haven - Daniel Clowes
The Acme Novelty Library Vol. 17 - Chris Ware
How to Haiku - Bruce Ross
Presense - Peter Senge, C. Otto Scharmer, Joespeh Awonski, Betty-Sue Flowers
The Great Learning - Master Nan Huai Chin
Pompeii - Robert Harris
The 10 minute coach - Fiona Harris
5 Myths of Consumer Behaviour - Csaba Tarnai
The manual of the warrior of light - Paulo Coelho
The inmates are running the asylum - Alan Cooper
The Coaching Bible - MacDonald Jago
Pilgrimage: Adventures of the Spirit - Editied by Jean & James O'Reilly
Happiness: Lessons from a new science - Richard Layaard
The illustrated encyclopedia of Buddhist Wisdom - Gill Farmer Halls
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching - Aldis & Lombardo
Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
You can heal your life - Louise L Hay
Can do, how to achieve personal change and growth - Ben Tiggelaar
The Devil and Miss Prym - Paulo Coelho
The form of things - A.C. Grayling
Veronkia Decide to die - Paulo Coelho
The Valkyries - Paulo Coelho
The Zahir - Paulo Coelho
The 3 signs of a miserable job - Patrick Lencioni
Round Ireland with a Fridge - Tony Hawkes


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2005 recommended reading

myth of return

Take me back to those flooded deltas,
To the minarets of Mullaghmore.
Where fiddles play during Diwali
And Aid El Keibar in Kilfinoir.

Bring me to the crossroads
Where sitars play at saris glance.
A game of handball with the lads
Or perhaps kabbadi before the dance.

Teach me Hindi, Urdu and Irish
And we will speak as we did before,
When we left like parting lovers
In those yesterdays of dreams foretold.

Let me sing to Siddartha as Dev once did,
See Jesus and Krishna swap stories through the night.
May the women and men feel free in their love
Until the golden dawn, until the morning light.

But in the morning light day break delusions,
Dreams soon pass and reality will burn.
For Castlebar or Bangalore
We've dreamt once again this myth of return.
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Written in July of 1994 and inspired by a study that revealed the Irish and Bangladeshis have the strongest sense of one day returning to their homeland. It contains a mix of Irish, Indian, Muslim, historical and geological references and I felt it was appropriate to post it given our imminent return to Ireland.

In places the words fail to scan and the lyric quality stumbles but I have decided to leave it in its original form.

What our return holds I don't know but we will be living close to a crossroads.

resignation

As a plough breaking up the sods of earth
and the hopper dropping a seed into the furrow.
Or as a knife plunging into flesh
and the blood spurting upon its return.
So I have looked for such significance.

An action pregnant with consequence
and birthing a new and different future.
Something other, something different,
not now, not ever been before.
The great expectation, the fulfilled promise of many a thought before sleeping
or before an unscratched lottery card.

I always thought there would be more but there is not,
life is, as it appears to be and no more.

Or is it?

In spite of our creation and wandering
for 70 or 7 million years
only the corner of the canvas remains blotted.
The vastness is untouched by most
and yet there are those who reach with brush and paint a great swathe.
And there are those who splash their color upon the ready and waiting whiteness.

Can I?

Pick up the plough, the knife or the paint brush
and stretch out into the future of my making.

The seed will grow, the blood will spill and in the end,
as always, the paint will dry.



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Written in 20 minutes with probably 5 minutes of editing. An experiment in writing something inspired by my recent resignation from my job.

I have no job to go to but I would rather uncertainty in a future of my own making than certainty in a future that is not what I want.

A fool? perhaps.

a day in the life

As before I have decided to capture the mundane and banal from a typical working day.

Taking public transport to work is not an option as I work in the country side, so each morning it is into the car to drive over the flint.

My way to work takes me through the village we live in

and past the fields that will be full of rapeseed come next summer.

We live in East Anglia which is quite flat and there are still a few functioning windmills

before arriving at the business park a few miles outside Cambridge where I work.

And as at my work in Canada there is a needless obsession with security.

I have a window although the view is not of the rockies,
I can see rabbits from my window.

During lunch I go for a walk which takes me through
the rest of the business park which was a former psychiatric hospital.

There is a nice tree lined avenue which probably was
planted in the early 1900's and may have been designed for the patients.

How many troubled men and women have walked this way,
on many days in the last year they have been joined by one more.

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a day in the life

let no one sleep

Ireland, a nation who had never previously qualified for the world cup, came alive in June of 1990. A nervous start resulting in 3 draws took us through to the second round of the competition. Our luck continued when we then beat Romania on penalties 5-4. Sheedy, Houghton, Townsend, Cascariono and O'Leary scored and then Packie Bonner saved from Timofte to put us through to the quarter finals. A moment branded into the memory of those who witnessed it.

The tournament ended for us when we lost to a goal from Salvatore Schillaci and Italy in the quarter final. Schillaci would go on to win the best player and golden boot award but our luck had run out.

The ups and downs were experienced to the backdrop of the Nessun Dorma, the song of that summer. Pavarotti brought it alive and even though none of us knew of Turandot or Calàf, we all connected with the song.

No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.

So the chorus sings as the night begins to die, a fitting paradox for that great Italian singer who died today, aged 71.


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jungfrukällan - the virgin spring

Sad to see the passing of Ingmar Bergman today. Most people remember his depiction of the Grim Reaper in The Seventh Seal but for me his best film is The Virgin Spring. It is a fable set in 14th century Sweden and explores themes such as innocence, jealousy, death and revenge.

I have an unfinished work that transplants the story into an Irish setting but retains the plot. It is in simple rhyming couplet form and I envisage it been like some of the Canterbury tales. I expect it wouldn't be half as good. The 89 minutes of the film would translate into a large poem and I have not had the creative or physical energy to pursue it but here it is, in unedited form, presented in remembrance of the departed Swede.


Cockcrow call the sun
And with the sunlight morning comes.
Let us look upon the hut
Where idle? Fi sparks the turf.
Eyes hooded dark and deeply felt
When with child she gives to vent.
"Anu, Danu, Don,
Anu, Danu, Don.
Mother of us all,
Mother of the soil.
Let this day break tender fruit
For you to drink of its juice.
Anu Danu Don,
Anu Danu Don."

Morning prayer on day that Saviour died
Welcome now a new and peaceful time.
Mother Mary mortifies her flesh.
As father does the chores before breakfast.
At wooden table seated now
With wooden bowls father, mother, Fi and Clow.
"Mother, does our child sleep late
Dreaming of dances as dance she did 'til late.
Go and awake her now so she may bring
The candles for the priest's blessing."
"I will awake her soon and to the church she will go
But 'til sweet dreams have passed and not before.
For tender is the night that softly lays
Unlike my ghostly visions that perturb my days."

Aisling, the maiden fresh as the spring fair
Still silent sleeps without world's care.
She'll go to mass late this morn
For the candles to be blessed by Father Tom.
Her mother pleads for her to rise
And the young girl does but at her ease.???
"Oh! mother dear, please may I wear my Sunday skirts
White stockings, blue shoes with pearls and the yellow shirt.
The skirts, the blue and the red
The fifteen maidens did weave with golden thread.
And finally to cover all
The darkest blue of my blue shawls."
"Now come! my child so sweet you must take care
Not to please so much the great seducers ear."

"When I was young I saw freedom would come
As a bird falls after flight to the sun.
Your comedy will soon begin", Clow says,
As he recalls wandering his young days.
Aisling now begins to mount
Fair Ban as Fi rides Dark Hunt.
From mother dear a final kiss goodbye
As father says "the Lord bless young life."
They leave the farm from wood it came
And back to wood they journey again.
Dark and fair through wood by lake they go,
Whistling in the trees these words sung by Clow.
"The winged bird will climb on high
And wander far in the spring time."


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ingmar bergman
the virgin spring

the way

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Lao Tzu (570-490 B.C.)

When I let go of what I am,
I become what I might be.
Lao Tzu (570-490 B.C.)

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Lao Tzu

the road is made by walking

The combination of a physical and mental journey and the interplay between both has attracted humans throughout the ages. The idea of pilgrimage is often associated with the fulfillment of a religious duty but first and foremost it fulfills a human need.

I have often found my reading has a meandering nature leading places I did not know existed or could not have planned visiting. Recently whilst reading Pilgrimage - Adventures of the Spirit, I came across the following lines from the Spanish poet Machado.

I thought the fire was out
I stirred the ashes
And I burnt my fingers.
- Antonio Machado

(photo: ravi bhavnani)

Great, simple lines that capture a moment, a Spanish haiku. My wife was somewhat familiar with Machado so I wikipedia'd him and came across this famous verse by him. What a great way to describe one's pilgrimage or journey through life.

Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road--
Only wakes upon the sea.

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino, y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estelas en la mar.
- Antonio Machado, Proverbios y cantares XXIX" in Campos de Castilla.

(photo: boblycat)

I probably would hesitate to recommend Pilgrimage - Adventures of the Spirit, unless someone was particularly interested in journeys of a spiritual nature. It does contain some good essays by Jack Hitt on the Camino, Nicholas Shrady on Buddha's journey and Kent E. St.John on visiting the only German concentration camp based on French soil.

Although I am not Christian I would, one day, like to walk the Camino, to climb Croagh Patrick again, to visit Jerusalem and walk the stations of the cross. I would not expect to meet God along the way but I suspect I would learn more about my fellow man.

Meandering though it was, this post is done. Now let's go on.


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antonio machado
pilgrimage - adventures of the spirit

where go the boats

(source: Henry W Taunt)

Dark brown is the river.
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore

Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child's Garden of Verses, 1885.

I have made my own tune for this poem and have sung this to Tomas at night since he was born. We talk about this as been one of the 'old songs' and when I ask does he want one of the 'old songs', he says yes.

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robert louis stevenson

an attempt at writing something positive

(photo: trace project, nasa)

light not heavy
now not then
air not earth
less not more
music not song
pictures not words
feeling not thinking
giving not taking
here not there
quiet not loud
we not I

sleep walking

all your life you have been sleep walking wandering in a dream all your days faking it for real now through the fog you stumble and wake upon an unknown shore feet unsteady and uncomfortable feeling it for real looking around the unfamiliar landscape no landmarks to guide you and then you look down at your feet and wonder

?where have you been?where are you?where will you go?

warrior of light

Repeated experiences have but one aim, to teach us what it is we do not want to learn.
- adapted from Paulo Coelho.



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Paulo Coelho

leaving ithaca

Rain fall tropple,
Dipple, dopple,
Drupple, drapple.
Fall down, down, down.

Water fall down,
Over earth rising,
Boulder bank breaking,
Bedded earth rising.
Flow down, down, down.

To switching sands of shores uncertain,
To seas of strange and untrusting
Waters deep; deepened by our tears of woe
But then to go
Toward on high
Where clouds will fly onward home
From whence to roam and roam again
To wherever where, whenever when
Sometime soon we’ll meet again,
Somewhere where, some when, when.


A recent posting on still life ...with life reminded me of this effort from 12 years ago, so I decided to post it here.

I wrote this after visiting a friend who was attending Cornell in Ithaca, upstate New York. Ithaca's surroundings are dramatically cut by beautiful gorges and this probably prompted the water theme which I combined with an old favourite of mine, the theme of return. Although there are no direct references to Odysseus I was thinking of his return home to that other Ithaca in Greece after his travels.

Inventing words can come across as a naive pursuit and I'm not sure they fully work here but I have decided to leave the poem in the original November 1995 form. I also probably should apologize to Gerard Manley Hopkins as this is one of a few poems that has been influenced by his writings.


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inversnaid

turn, turn, turn

Got a brilliant children's book of illustrations from the library based on the text of Pete Seeger's classic "turn, turn, turn". It includes a CD with his version and the more popular version by the Roger McGuinn and The Byrds. The book is beautifully illustrated and Pete Seeger's live folk version has a raw and rough quality that for me is more attractive than the Byrds pop version.

I think the music seems timely given the changes we are about to go through.



To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!



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turn, turn, turn
Pete Seeger
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

haiku challenge

Playing with the haiku form recently, I have begun to appreciate how difficult and yet how expansive it can be.

Here are some properties of a haiku

• a 3 line form consisting of 5, 7 and 5 syllables
• contains a word called (the kigo) which directly makes reference to the season, e.g. snow indicating winter
• incorporates a distinct grammatical break (the kireji) at the end of either the first or second line
• captures a moment or a setting
• haiku usually are reflections upon the natural world, senryu follow the same form but are reflections on human nature and may be humorous
• haiku and senryu usually manifest the Japanese aesthetic referred to as wabi-sabi, a beauty hallmarked by imperfection, impermanence, and incompleteness with a gentle slightly mournful appeal.

Here are some haiku and senryu.

The first soft snow!
Enough to bend the leaves
Of the jonquil low.
- Basho

the morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
- - I step over it
- McCroskey

grab and go coffee ...
breathe to let stories unfold
tea leaves brew slowly
- alan mee

My Online Girlfriend
Might be a supermodel
Or a big fat man.
- mr. big

summer is coming
break out the barbecue set
enjoy undercooked meat
- five spice


The challenge, compose a haiku or senryu and post here. The people who reply can decide the winner. The prize, a smug inner glow.

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haiku
wabi-sabi
apple flower

recommended reading

Here, in descending order, are my top five recommendations from my 2006 reading.

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1. The Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy.
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"both sobering and frightening in confronting the reader with the meaning of life, or lack thereof and yet at the end of its darkness is light"

2. Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kazantzakis.
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"the books narrator might suggest that the unexamined life is not worth living, Zorba would counter that the unlived life is not worth examining"

3. Winning at New Products by Robert Cooper.
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"the best research driven and yet practical guide to accelerating products from idea to successful launch"

4. Me to We by Marc and Craig Kielburger.
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"suspend your cynical gene and let these two brothers show you how meaning and purpose can be created in our lives through focusing on others and not ourselves"

5. Royal Flash by George McDonald Frasier.
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"offensive, dastardly, derivative but a very funny page turner"
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Last year a single fiction work made it into my top 5 but this year 3 made it. This reflects success at reading more fiction. In 2005 I read 35 books (5 fiction, 30 non-fiction), in 2006 I also read 35 books (19 fiction, 16 non-fiction). Those figures also reflect success at reducing the amount I read as of the 35 this year, 7 were graphic novels which are quick reads.

In my non-fiction reading I have seen a move from philosophical/religious works to reading more biographical/interview. Examples of these include, Po Bronson's 'What should I do with my life?' and 'Deep Survival' by Laurence Gonzales. This shift marks a move from abstract existential thinking to a more pragmatic enquiry on life and its challenges.

3 Of the 4 philosophical/religious works were about Zen but reading about Zen is a little foolish. As Yoda would say 'Zen, not read, Zen, do!'.

Of the 19 fiction works, 7 were graphic novels, 4 were from the Flashman series, 2 were by Tolstoy, 2 by Sean Russell (a fantasy writer), and the remaining works were by Beckett, Kertesz, De Maupassant and Kazantsakis. The 'high literature' books I read were very accessible and generally short books. The Flashman and fantasy books were recommended by friends and worth reading although I would not have picked them off the bookshelf myself

So what will be the reading focus for 2007?

As with 2006, I would like to write more and read a little less. I did increase the amount of fun stuff I read and should increase it further. In particular I enjoyed the graphic novels which is a very different experience. I could also read more poetry as that is part of what I write and I increasing my appreciation of the form may lead to a better quality of work. Milton's Paradise Lost beckons daunting thought it may be.

So now onto 2007 and some more page turning.



For more information ...
recommended reading (2005)
Po Bronson - What should I do with my life?
Laurence Gonzales - Deep Survival

Complete 2006 reading list ...
Listed below are the books I read in 2006, I have placed an asterisk * beside books other than the top five which may also be worth a look. Beckett's Endgame is does not make it to my top 5 for 2006 as it was a re-read, it most definitely makes it into my all time list.

Flashman - George McDonald Fraser
The joy of not working - Ernie Zelinsky
What should I do with my life - Po bronson*
Royal Flash - George McDonald Fraser
Flash for Freedom - George McDonald Fraser
Flashman at the Charge - George McDonald Fraser
The Necklace and other short stories - Guy De Maupassant
Winning at new products - Robert Cooper
How we choose to be happy - Rick Foster & Greg Hicks*
Death of Ivan Illych - Tolstoy
Leadershock - Greg Hicks
The Devil - Tolstoy*
The art of reading poetry - Harold Bloom
Deep Survival - Laurence Gonzales*
Zorba the Greek - Nikos Kazantsakis
Crossing the Unknown Sea - David Whyte*
Gandhi: An autobiography - Gandhi
The artist's way at work - Mark Bryan & Julia Cameron
Waking up to what you do - Diane Eshin Rezzetto
Zen Principals - Martine Batchelor
Essential Zen - Tanahashi & Schnieder
Endgame - Beckett*
Buddha: Vol 1 - 6 - Osamu Tezuka*
Louis Riel - Chester Brown*
Me to We - Craig and Mark Kielburger
The Brand you 50 - Tom Peters
The Initiate Brother - Sean Russell
The Gatherer of Clouds - Sean Russell
Liquidation - Irme Kertesz