Friday, 26 March 2010

Poetry Friday; Parrot by Gregory Benson

Parrot


Parrot flames on his branch;
his beak is a battle axe.

His encircled eye
pierces what it sees.

He screams like a soprano;
moves among the leaves like a rock climber.

He dazzles the forest canopy
with primary colours. A celebration.

© Gerard Benson

Friday, 19 March 2010

Poetry Friday; Scream if You Want to Go Faster - Brian Whittingham

Scream If You Want To Go Faster

When the noise gets louder
and the crowds grow thick,
when the rides spin faster
and end so quick

the shifty
SUPERBOB attendant
gives your change in
precise neatly folded notes
that add up to nine for him,
and seven for you

as the anticipation
of your day gets drowned
by
empty metal buckets, with bouncing wooden balls
by
red plastic rings, that never circle glittering prizes
by
rifles with telescopic sights, that ensure you never
knock the clay pigeon from its perch
by
bingo playing fanatics, waiting on one
by
bubble light darts, that never find their target
by
gigantic football team balloons, that parents always carry
by
the jumbo juicy hot dogs, smothered in fried ketchup onions
by
voices in the air
telling you to

SCREAM

If you want to go faster

Brian Whittingham

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Article; Obesity: The killer combination of salt, fat and sugar



Of course, when food is offered to us, we're not obliged to eat it. When it's on the menu, we don't have to order it. But this takes more than willpower. As an individual, you can practise eating the food you want in a controlled way. As a society, we can identify the forces that drive overeating and find ways to diminish their power. That's what happened with the tobacco industry: attitudes to smoking shifted. Similar changes could be brought about in our attitudes to food – by making it mandatory for restaurants to list calorie counts on their menus; by clear labelling on food products; by monitoring food marketing. But until then few of us are immune to the ubiquitous presence of food, the incessant marketing and the cultural assumption that it's acceptable to eat anywhere, at any time.

David A Kessler

Friday, 12 March 2010

Poetry Friday; Days by Brain Moses

Days by Brian Moses

Days fly by on holidays,
they escape like birds
release from cages.
What a shame you can’t buy
tokens of time, save them up
and lengthen the good days,
or maybe you could tear out time
from days the drag, then pay it back
on holidays, wild days,
days you wish would last forever.
You could wear these days with pride,
fasten them like poppies to you coat,
or keep them in a tin, like sweets,
a confection of days to be held on the tongues
and tasted, now and then.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Welcome to My Planet, Where English Is Sometimes Spoken

Shannon is an adult and isn't quite happy about her life; with a dodgy job in a software company, a boyfriend who is borderline abusive and a therapist who gets annoyed with her point of view.
I have to be brutally honest and say I can see why her therapist got so annoyed with her - why I finished this book about a self-obsessed, whiny pain in the ass twenty something I don't know. Think I wanted to see if anything actually happened and guess what...it didn't!
"What would you and Oprah talk about?"
"Our struggles," I say. "Our personal struggles"
"You don't have personal struggles," says the counsellor. "Not the way Oprah did and you know it"

(You see - Bluergh!)

Saturday, 6 March 2010

The Enemy

It is true that at one point in everybody's life they wish that their parents were dead; in The Enemy, however, you better hope they are or they are coming after you. A strange disease has affected everybody over the age of eighteen, leaving the kids to cope with survival; finding food and shelter and oh, yeah coping with the unlucky adults who have now turned into flesh eating zombies.

This book is the very definition of the term "unputdownable" I started the book about five o'clock last night and finished about eleven the same night. It is like a rabid dog, grabbing you by the neck and shaking you repeatedly till it drops you, leaving you an odd mix of bewildered and exhilarated. Yes, this book follows the classic post-apocalypse formula but a) this is for kids and they won't know the formula and b) with writing this good and fast-paced who cares if as a seasoned reader you can kinda guess what happens next.


I am jealous that I am not under fourteen - partly because I would be a mindless zombie if I was a character in this story but mainly because this would be a GREAT book to read as a teenager!


The grown-ups took one look at each other, then turned and bolted, leaving their dinner behind.


Maxie laughed, Achilleus joined her. Blue put his arm around her waist. The other kids joined in and soon their laughter was bouncing round the square and echoing off the empty houses, filling the night, chasing away the demons.


Everything was going to be alright"


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The Graveyard Book


As Bod grows up he begins to realise that perhaps his life is not like other boys; that is maybe not normal to live in a graveyard and have two ghosts as your adopted parents. However he soon realises that it is the strange life that saved his life as a baby and may save his life again...
There is something magical about a children's book that gets it right, something that transports to you to another world. It is impossible to describe the feeling I get when I read a beautifully crafted book so I suppose I should just suggest that you read this one and find out for yourself what the magic is!
"There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately.
The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet."

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