Language? Not half!
I was just about to start on the Journal Writer page for the new website when I realised that I had not yet posted my journal entry for today. And so the website work is halted and this journal entry is begun.
I do vaguely remember it infuriating some of my teachers at grammar school, which was probably another reason, back in the day, for me to use it. But now it stinks of America, words like realise become way too potent with the z instead of the s.
Is it possible for my Grammarly to be retuned to English English? I know as a little boy that I was fascinated by the letter z, I did use it wherever I could. Although not being much of a writer back then I didn't use it too often.
That's the rant over. I am listening to Discreet Music by Brian Eno, and the wood-burner is burning a treat, who wouldn't be relaxed, especially when those Yanks haven't yet found a replacement for our lovely letter x.
Well, I can't stay long, the website is a bit of a half-complete mish-mash at the moment. But here is a poem from my Ireland collection, I say that simply because I am reminded that Ireland might bounce back against France, s'il vous plaît.
A Perfect Poem (Tom Carney)
On the motorway
From Galway to Dublin
Thinking of the photographs
That I have not taken
The column of slate
The cotton on the bog...
My love sat here beside me
With photographs I have not taken
