Know that the outward form passes away,
But the world of reality remains for ever.
How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug?
Leave the jug; go, seek the water!

Mathnavi II:1020-1
Rumi

There is only one kind of poetry worth writing, and it's not really suited to FPress. In response to the queries re: where my old works have gone and where new ones may now be found: the former have gone either to be salvaged or shredded, and the latter will hopefully appear in a new format elsewhere. I intend to start a fresh website where they may be found; watch this space for links.

Where it has continued, my fondest thanks for the interest.

Thursday 19th June 2008

After some thought and cunning persuasion, I've decided to restart my old fiction, in shade and toxic silence. It won't be identical to the previous version, but the storyline should remain more or less the same, and - hopefully - may even be seen to its conclusion this time round.

Lately it seems that whatever prose I write (including the fictional kind) is either medical, philosophical or political, so I suppose this will once again be just a light-hearted little project where we can indulge wild ideas for which there is no room in my professional writing.

- L