ZOOLON & THE FESTIVAL

  In a world where Trump and his like make a good fist of scaring people the best they can, it’s good to know that surreal, kindly lunatics are still alive and well. I just got back from a biannual festival of puppets, the Festival Mondial de Marionnettes de Charleville-Mézières, The Ardennes, France and thought

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ZOOLON & THE FESTIVAL

Most likely I will only have time for irregular visits to the blog at best for the next week as I’m going to be at the Festival Mondial des Theatres de Marionnettes in Charleville-Mézières. I’ll catch up when I get back. Random Thought: Before I sign off I have to say that I was in

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ZOOLON & A SHADOW

I wrote this song, ‘Just a Shadow on a Wall’ in 2012 and recorded this demo version early in 2013. It lives its time out on my old Soundcloud page from uni days. Whatever, I think this song is a good example of how a lyric differs from a poem; of how in some ways,

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ZOOLON & THE BLUES

(one I took of the ferry from France just outside the harbour on an eerie Sunday morning) What’s the worst thing that can happen when you’ve got a sore throat (apart from being bitten by a venomous snake or being killed in a tragic accident)? Answer? Choking on seaweed. I bet that in the whole

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WHITE ROOM, DARK PLACE

Sometimes I look at art and I wonder if it is really ‘art’. If it gets a reaction then I guess it is. When I first spotted this piece in Folkestone, my random thought was, ‘not a sculpture for the accident prone to climb on, especially the skinny ones’. I took a photo then read

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WHEN A POEM BECOMES A SONG

I trade both online and offline as Zoolon Hub. I’ve recently added another new product to my business aimed mainly at others in the music industry. However, I thought some of you poets or lyricists out there might (or might not) also be interested in the product – especially so if you are not a

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ZOOLON & THE MOON

A castle waiting for moonlight According to my father this is a more or less accurate account of a conversation we had when I was 4 years old. “Look George, there’s a new moon tonight” “What happened to the old one, Dad?” Nothing much has changed.   THE MOON HAS HAD ITS FILL (maybe, when

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ZOOLON’S HAIRCUT

(a tidy photo of Cleopatra the Beetle) The day started well. As I left the house on my way to get a haircut I saw that Cleopatra had turned up on the doormat. She didn’t hang around long but agreed to pose for a photograph. Nice one, Cleo. I turned up at my usual barber’s

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ZOOLON, RONNIE & FRESH PASTA

GAME OF BLOSSOMS ‘Episode 5; Series 3 – ‘Sunflowers Who Forgot to Follow the Sun’ Warning, this episode contains some scenes of cross-pollination’   It was Sunday afternoon, about 3pm. Just an hour before the shops shut. I’d been working all weekend and was starving hungry. I needed fresh pasta badly. The best fresh pasta

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