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PRELUDE TO SPACE | IT (opens the original)
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To borrow John Lydon’s jibe at the very last Sex Pistols show, ‘Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated…?’ And yes, I sometimes feel that way. I feel like I’ve been cheated out of what should have been. In November 1928, an eleven-year-old Arthur C Clarke, still wearing short trousers, caught his first glimpse of Amazing Stories magazine (vol.3 no.8) with space-travellers emerging from a cylindrical spaceship onto the tropical shores of one of Jupiter’s moons, pointing upwards to where the imme
The silver-eyed bodmin | IT (opens the original)
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The silver-eyed bodmin lived on thread-like, honey-coloured worms. When lost in thought, as she was now, the worms often hung, dangling helplessly, in her beak. She was composing a poem and the phrase ‘time gnawed at its own tail’ had entered her mind. She mulled this over then dismissed it as so much empty verbiage. Her lyric musings were interrupted by a loud belch and the smell of strong drink. ‘Are you interested in antiques,’ asked a squintfly which had crept up on her unawares. ‘I have sev
Chagrin | IT (opens the original)
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Beagle’s muzzle at my crotch intrusively seeking what I will never offer it in another setting. Others at the klatch let slip they aren’t corroborators at my self-consciousness. An exception, my doc: He keys a think piece on canine sensitivity. Liniment causes the clumsiness. Sanjeev Sethi is an award-winning poet who has authored eight poetry collections. His poems have been published in forty countries and appear in over 600 journals and anthologies. Some credits: London Magazine, The Fortnigh
A retired academic watches Kes | IT (opens the original)
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It’s an understanding that one caged thing has for another. A trembling longing that a coloured creature of light and flight has When confined to bitter filth and darkness. Under boulders of bureaucracy A desk can hurt like falling timber Hands don’t need picks and hammers to break just the same Micro or macro, fleece, feather or filestore Through frost, fire or fluorescence, Stockholm gifts us the pain for a false friend. We may think we’re the tiny soaring raptor But shiny in the sun, stretche
Sausage 355 | IT (opens the original)
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Bird Guano’s SAUSAGE LIFE The column which pings where others merely pierce READER: Ping? Pierce? What’s that all about? MYSELF: Good morning to you too. Since you ask, the new rules of financial disclosure which come into effect this week now apply to the written word, and therefore I am obliged by law to declare any commercial interest I may have. READER: Well everyone should have a hobby. I collect Victorian tram tickets. MYSELF: Not that sort of interest you idiot, I’m talking about corporat
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