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Author Archives: A S H Smyth

Summer of ’98

I remember that summer as being of great importance. Or, rather: I remember that summer – and that seems important.

Bach – plus bite

CMSC The Bach Concert 2010 When Glenn Gould said he’d take the music of Bach with him to the proverbial desert island he failed to specify which Bach. It’s fair to assume, though, he did not mean all of them. In a concert sponsored by – whom else? – the German Embassy, the Chamber Music […]

A sympathetic reminder from the eco lobby, in this, your time of mourning

The ocean is miles away. (Think of the carbon footprint!) Why not have your relatives gather round the downstairs toilet and dump the ashes there?

Storyteller

They did not believe his story until he gave them alternatives.* — * Alt. ending: ‘until he gave them no alternative.’

Ever young

– If you die young enough, you see everything. – And yet, dying old, you still haven’t seen enough.

Suffer not

They were sitting on the floor leaning into the corner of the room, her mouth on his nipple, her hand moving his cock slowly. I sat in the corner of the library, reading Ondaatje, hoping none of the children would see.

A matter of emphasis

The poetry does not matter – Eliot. The poetry does not matter – Elliott.

Solo (a duet)

‘There’s no I in team,’ she said. ‘No; but there’s an M and an E, and that’s good enough for me.’

from ‘Verses in Honour of the great Scots poet Sir William Topaz McGonagall, on the occasion of the Feast of St Andrew, this day the 30th November, the Year of Our Lord 2010’

Three cheers fer William McGonagall! Ye should read his peerless poetry… all y’all.

Sir Jacob Astley’s prayer

‘March on boys!’ quoth Sir Jacob Astley, neglecting to remember that an army marches, famously, on its stomach.