http://fraserdron.com Fraser Dron's site Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:45:56 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Five degrees above freezing. A town, small and go-ahead. A small town, but going ahead, subdividing; filling the valleys. Subdividing to fill the valleys 'til a level is reached. Woodsmoke, thin and hazy. Woodsmoke, thin and hazy like morning thought. There are limits set on how much grey matter - Limited, how much matter the morning can ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/07/02/looking-out-from-the-richmond-library/ How to explain? It's as though life is mostly a search for understanding to know and to be known. I am conscious always of the exclusivity of my skin and the starry void of mind,   but universes might, we speculate, lie entwined; and could there be knowing in event horizons pressing impossibly close? We can't see out. Our theories ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/06/24/skins/ I've been tagged by Andrea from A Cat of Impossible Colour to do this blog thing: 1. Write the title to your own memoir using SIX words. 2. Post it on your blog. 3. Link to the person that tagged you. 4. Tag some more blogs. Here goes! I doubt I'll ever be very famous, so ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/06/19/im-it/ I'm pretty sure I'm going to stop going to the church I've been going to in the evenings for the last seven years (regularly for five). I've always had a 'main' church that I've gone to in the mornings, and Avonhead Baptist has been more of a social thing - ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/06/08/sad/ When plates shift, we all must dance to their slow music. The holy high places are laid low - but - oh, music! I'm calling out, a small thing among these hills: are you close enough, if you hear, to know music? Where I grew up, the mountains had imported names. They knew their older ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/06/05/alpine-ghazal/ I just finished writing this in order to have enough stories to apply for the 300-level creative writing master class next semester. The genre's comic fantasy; hopefully it doesn't rip off Terry Pratchett too badly. Meena's Dad had a thimblerig table set up on the street, close to a pub and ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/05/31/best-of-three/ It's funny, but my grades have started to matter to me. When I did my first degree I'd routinely get Bs and Cs, and didn't really give a damn. This time 'round, I keep finding myself getting anxious over my marks. Partly, this is because I have a clearer purpose for ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/05/23/self-esteem-grades-and-the-three-year-plan/ This is my first attempt at writing a ghazal, an ancient Arabic poetic form.   As three wild harvestmen are led away, the news cameras hum their peeping song. I hear how they plucked Blenheim's biggest grape, and I want to sing a reaping song. Now, as ever, we need the mad prophet, the ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/05/11/ghazal-on-the-spybase-deflation/ Each morning the waves coughed up a ransom of sand-dollars. We laughed, scorning the very notion of ransom; we built the dunes and sea-walls higher. The sea in its grief dashed madly against the rocks at Wakefield quay; it sulked at us from beyond the saltmarsh. We call it reclamation; re-education would be closer. A hundred ... http://fraserdron.com/2008/04/27/whakatu/ I just realised next Saturday is my birthday - the big Two Five, in fact. It's kind of crept up on me, and I've got nothing planned. Anyone have any fun suggestions? http://fraserdron.com/2008/04/27/birthday/