Yes I’ll Be There

Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed  last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising

Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

41 thoughts on “Yes I’ll Be There”

  1. I’m glad you made it to the book Fair Ivor and I’m glad you found some inflight reading for your trip to New York.
    Love the Leonard Cohen track. I wouldn’t have known it was him and look at all the hair! 🙂

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    1. Haha It was a long time ago Sue, but the song and lyrics are fantastic. Poetry is great to read on the plane, without have to try and absorb and concentrate on reading a fiction book.

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    1. It’s quite an old one, but hardly ever got any air play, Here are his incredible lyrics, I still read them in awe………
      “Stories Of The Street”

      The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
      The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
      and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
      yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
      I know you’ve heard it’s over now and war must surely come,
      the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
      But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
      All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

      And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
      Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
      O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel,
      You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

      The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
      the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.
      And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite,
      and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.

      O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
      and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
      And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
      O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.

      With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
      I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.
      We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
      and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

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  2. Wow! I’ve got a horde of poetry books, but am unfamiliar with any of those. I love to go to our library sales over here. I once found a book I’d been looking for for over 20 years that was out of print.

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  3. YAY! Book any-things are such fun! Glad you made it to the book fair, Ivor! 🙂
    YAY! You found some books to read on your plane ride! And so cool to support poets, especially local poets! The book The World A Body Without Heart is intriguing to me!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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