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I’m listening to  John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men on audiobook at the moment and feel completely intimidated in my writing. I have been knocked sideways by his ability to create a sense of sound through great choice of words. 318 more words


A Short Analysis of Seamus Heaney's 'Digging'

A reading of a classic Heaney poem

‘Digging’ appeared in Seamus Heaney’s first collection, Death of a Naturalist, in 1966. Like a number of the sonnets by Tony Harrison – who was born two years before Heaney – ‘Digging’ is about a poet-son’s relationship with his father and the sense that the working-class son, by choosing the vocation of the poet (but then who chooses it? 597 more words


Tattoos on the Heart by Gregory Boyle

I bought Tattoos on the Heart: the Power of Boundless Compassion by Jesuit priest Gregory Boyle in summer of 2015, because it was on the reading list for Teen the Younger’s mandatory “Catholic Moral Theology” class. 411 more words

"Digging" by Seamus Heaney (repost)

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: 260 more words


In Memoriam - D.A.K. #1

Those of you who remember my first two blog posts – on 25th and 28th July this year, will recall that I dedicated my ‘Rolands Ragbag’ blog to… 154 more words


The Dawning of the Day

Circumstances dictated that I had to get up early this morning and take the dogs out for their constitutional.

It was very dark and cloudy looking as I scrambled around, drinking a big mug of coffee,   gathering up the car keys and a befuddled looking Puppy Stan. 286 more words


Digging for Words

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests, snug as a gun…’

A quote from that wonderfully evocative poem, Digging, by Seamus Heaney.                  (1939-2013).