(this is the first poem i wrote on my bebook)
verbosphere
can’t feel – no sound, no birds
here in the verbosphere
there are no stars
(except as four-letter words)
nothing rough nor nothing blue
no knives to hack you scars
no coldnesses of words untrue
uncut the story clear
(we are all a missing clue).
but what could be more dear
when we is me and me is you
than this silent verbosphere?
About freddie
I really like this. And could muse endlessly on its subject – minds existing independently of body… and whether, in fact, minds existing in this way are actually external to our own mind or become/are part of it… but I’d only bore everyone if I did waffle on, so will resist.
The Brain — is wider than the Sky —
For — put them side by side —
The one the other will contain
With ease — and You — beside —
The Brain is deeper than the sea —
For — hold them — Blue to Blue —
The one the other will absorb —
As Sponges — Buckets — do —
The Brain is just the weight of God —
For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —
And they will differ — if they do —
As Syllable from Sound —
~ Emily Dickinson
What happened to Honour Killing? Great writing, topical, needed to be out there. Where is it?
Hey Anonymous
the mainstream agents and publishers all considered the theme of “Honour” to be too controversial and risky to touch.
That has been their consistent response since I finished writing it in 2007.
So now I am looking at the other available options to get it out there and shall publish it soon.
All the best
Freddie Omm
thanks, anonymous, i am doing a final edit on it and then i shall probably bring it out! i have been working a lot on other projects, as i wanted to get some distance from honour – & partly because of its sensitive subject, i doubt a mainstream agent would touch it…