Monthly Archives: March 2013

I’m supposed to be on holiday right now,  but I got all pissed off this Sunday morning and frustrated and upset, and wrote this draft for Lianne, and am too pissed off to bother with Laura Hooples, and don’t see … Continue reading →

Something for the Pain Anthony David Carrick This I dashed out for Dr Siobhan Jeffreys, my long suffering psychiatrist. Dr Jeffrey’s is Cadman’s Senior Consult Psychiatrist and a very great lady. She has been immensely kind to me for over … Continue reading →

                          I realised in the end that I was working too hard and had to take a break. I’m exhausted. I’ve pushing out the boat far too much on too many fronts, against a backdrop of very erratic insomnia, … Continue reading →

 Gosh my creative life is going gangbusters. I now work 9-5 six days a week on my artistic protects, and have on the go a new novel, THE FLIM BUSINESS, my non-fiction work Magnopery, a satire, This Would be Funny … Continue reading →

Cenotaph Anthony David Carrick The Cenotaph Final version 24th April, 2009. Presented to the Poetry Group. For Laura Hoople Meet me in the spring In flower-cheered streets  where children sing. Meet in the summer sun, or A quiet hotel room … Continue reading →

 Stil Hour Glass Sand Anthony David Carrick It is all about depression. I myself suffered very badly from depression between the years of around 2003 and 2008, it was very, very bad.              Anyway, I think five years of severe … Continue reading →

I remember Nothing Anthony David Carrick Oh, to you my reader, I begin as Cicero would so often begin his letters, with the idea that if all is well with you, then all is well. I’m fine and relaxing, and … Continue reading →

The taste of Wild Strawberries Anthony David Carrick Now, it’s mid afternoon, and I’m coming to. I’m well, and I sincerely hope you, my reader are well; well, and enjoying this my blog.                Now of the poem: Well, up … Continue reading →

Requiem foran Urban Lullaby Anthony David Carrick Phew. As usual, I slept for an hour or two then spent most of the night working. I grabbed a bacon and egg baguette from Anna and Luigi’s and cigarettes around 8am, and … Continue reading →

where now is our love hai-ku quartet To be twined with previous sonnet Where is the Love That Was in Your Heart, here is a classical Morae Hai-ku. I wrote them as a pair, on the same theme at about … Continue reading →