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Paperback. Condizione: Very Good. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. When a thunderstorm's dark reverberations glimmer 'in the night-sky of the head', or when apricots generate an edible appreciation of 'soft time', we discover Charles Bennet's lyrical and powerful poems revealing the impact of nature in memorable, unexpected and sometimes unusual ways.This…fascinating collection concerns itself with forms of melting: fluid interfaces between natural and human environments. Beginning and ending in gardens, it explores aspects of experience informed and affected by close observation. Time and again, whether in the form of a blackbird's tuneful message, a seashell's glossy interior, or the smell of fresh rain, our relationship with ecology is reinvigorated. Delighted, rapturous and occasionally disturbing, this is a collection enthralled by the sensual delights of the natural world and its creatures. "'should we / have been listening more / and listening harder?' Charles Bennett wonders in 'Planting Apricots'. But it's difficult to imagine poems that listen more closely than these to the 'green music' of the natural world. At play is a sensibility which - alert to happenstance and to the lives of plants and creatures - willingly finds a common ground that furnishes moments of quiet transcendence. The vivid precision of the image-making attests to the thoughtful rigour of this poet's attention. A sow was never before 'like a lake of treacle' but will always be so now." Katharine Towers "Its difficult to imagine poems that listen more closely than these to the `green music of the natural world." - Katharine TowersA poetry pamphletCover image by Carry Ackroyd Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Cartoons for grown ups Meet Matt Hazard - an ordinary man trying not to be defined by his jobEndorsed by Hunt EmersonAbout the MattoonistPaul "kieltyascharged" Kielty is an Irishman living in the midlands of England. Paul worked for many years, first on the factory floor, then rising to the… dizzying heights of foreman before jacking it all in to follow every Irishman's dream - to leave their beloved country. His excuse was that he was offered an animation degree at the University of Wolverhampton. He started an M.A. but holding 2 jobs down (Animation technician, and warehousing) to pay the rent and university fees finally meant he took up warehousing/ labouring/ factory work full time, once more. though always dabbling in Stand-up comedy, M.C.-ing at burlesque nights, singer-songwriting and recording, drawing, painting, and developing his origami skills in his spare time. 2018 sees him "coming out" as an artist - with this, his first book of MATTOONS - and a high-end visual art exhibition in Qube gallery, Oswestry, August 2018. "Some of the best cartoon books take one odd idea and hammer it to death. This is one of them! Matt Hazard comes from way out on the left field, and bounces off the walls on his way in, and I laughed out loud frequently! Warning - there are Puns. I love Puns." Hunt Emerson Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Poetry - On placeAll my life I have had a strong affinity for the rivers and hills of Mid-Wales' borderland. Sometimes I played with other children but, at the age of two, my best friend was the Pinsley stream which flowed past our house and, at that time, on through the centre of Leominste…r town. Street games with their rules, requirements to conform and domination by older kids weren't as exciting as going exploring upstream.The stream was a gentler, much more generous, companion which introduced me to a myriad of creatures and plants. I felt a close kinship with nature and seldom wanted to go indoors or into town. I learned to read the river: safe shallows and shingles, the treachery of silt and still deeps.When I had to start school I suffered terrible separation anxiety. A sand tray and plasticine were poor substitutes for mud and cow pats. It took me a long time to acclimatise to captivity and human-only company. Though I did make friends, I was delighted to get back to the river, the frogs, mayflies and moorhens.As I grew, Mum became increasingly housebound so I found myself becoming her scout reporting on everything I saw on my explorations. My territory was also her childhood territory. She helped me to identify places to visit, and she created a love of observing and naming birds and wild flowers. Her father took her upstream when he fished the Pinsley and Lugg and I shared his passion for water meadows. My aunt once said to my mother, "Do you think she's our dad come back to us?" I longed to be able to fishlike him but no one left in the family had any expertise. Occasionally I was given a brown trout or grayling to cheer Mum up.My father came from Germany and whenever we visited I got very homesick. That was watery border country too but indistinguishable from Holland: flat and ruled by straight roads, straight trees and dykes. The best bits were playing with my cousins on bomb sites under cover of wild spinach and rose bay willowherb. I craved the hills, meanders, twisting hedges and broken-backed willows of home.When we were travelling home in 1963, Dad read Beeching's railway cuts aloud from the paper. The Leominster-to-Kington line that ran past us was to go. I was 7 and panicked. I thought we'd never get home and I'd have to live in a flat, intensively plotted, place. I pined in anticipation of the loss of wildness and the suffocating weight of sky in the absence of hills.Even Herefordshire began to feel too low-lying and farmed. Town was encroaching on country. If there was a chance of a rare car trip I always wanted to go west to the Radnor Forest, to Knighton and Presteigne, places imbued with stories of grandfather as a boy staying up all night in Stapleton Castle to stalk its ghost; sometimes we visited grandmother's childhood homes in the hills around Bishops Castle and at the back of the Long Mynd. Topography talked to me. I loved the rounded, unenclosed hills of bilberry and bracken and hiding in secret cwms.On the way to Barmouth when I was nine, we travelled the hill road from Knighton to Newtown. I made my uncle stop the car on the moors by Cilfaesty Hill, near the source of the Teme and was enthralled. As we dipped down past the then derelict Cider House, on the back of Kerry hill, at the place I now think of as Rowan Ridge, I spotted a raven leaning into the north and knew, instantly, that I wanted to live nearby.Chris Kinsey, 2019 A collection of poetry on nature Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. When a thunderstorm's dark reverberations glimmer 'in the night-sky of the head', or when apricots generate an edible appreciation of 'soft time', we discover Charles Bennet's lyrical and powerful poems revealing the impact of nature in memorable, unexpected and sometimes unusual ways.This…fascinating collection concerns itself with forms of melting: fluid interfaces between natural and human environments. Beginning and ending in gardens, it explores aspects of experience informed and affected by close observation. Time and again, whether in the form of a blackbird's tuneful message, a seashell's glossy interior, or the smell of fresh rain, our relationship with ecology is reinvigorated. Delighted, rapturous and occasionally disturbing, this is a collection enthralled by the sensual delights of the natural world and its creatures. "'should we / have been listening more / and listening harder?' Charles Bennett wonders in 'Planting Apricots'. But it's difficult to imagine poems that listen more closely than these to the 'green music' of the natural world. At play is a sensibility which - alert to happenstance and to the lives of plants and creatures - willingly finds a common ground that furnishes moments of quiet transcendence. The vivid precision of the image-making attests to the thoughtful rigour of this poet's attention. A sow was never before 'like a lake of treacle' but will always be so now." Katharine Towers "Its difficult to imagine poems that listen more closely than these to the `green music of the natural world." - Katharine TowersA poetry pamphletCover image by Carry Ackroyd Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Cartoons for grown ups Meet Matt Hazard - an ordinary man trying not to be defined by his jobEndorsed by Hunt EmersonAbout the MattoonistPaul "kieltyascharged" Kielty is an Irishman living in the midlands of England. Paul worked for many years, first on the factory floor, then rising to the… dizzying heights of foreman before jacking it all in to follow every Irishman's dream - to leave their beloved country. His excuse was that he was offered an animation degree at the University of Wolverhampton. He started an M.A. but holding 2 jobs down (Animation technician, and warehousing) to pay the rent and university fees finally meant he took up warehousing/ labouring/ factory work full time, once more. though always dabbling in Stand-up comedy, M.C.-ing at burlesque nights, singer-songwriting and recording, drawing, painting, and developing his origami skills in his spare time. 2018 sees him "coming out" as an artist - with this, his first book of MATTOONS - and a high-end visual art exhibition in Qube gallery, Oswestry, August 2018. "Some of the best cartoon books take one odd idea and hammer it to death. This is one of them! Matt Hazard comes from way out on the left field, and bounces off the walls on his way in, and I laughed out loud frequently! Warning - there are Puns. I love Puns." Hunt Emerson Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Poetry - On placeAll my life I have had a strong affinity for the rivers and hills of Mid-Wales' borderland. Sometimes I played with other children but, at the age of two, my best friend was the Pinsley stream which flowed past our house and, at that time, on through the centre of Leominste…r town. Street games with their rules, requirements to conform and domination by older kids weren't as exciting as going exploring upstream.The stream was a gentler, much more generous, companion which introduced me to a myriad of creatures and plants. I felt a close kinship with nature and seldom wanted to go indoors or into town. I learned to read the river: safe shallows and shingles, the treachery of silt and still deeps.When I had to start school I suffered terrible separation anxiety. A sand tray and plasticine were poor substitutes for mud and cow pats. It took me a long time to acclimatise to captivity and human-only company. Though I did make friends, I was delighted to get back to the river, the frogs, mayflies and moorhens.As I grew, Mum became increasingly housebound so I found myself becoming her scout reporting on everything I saw on my explorations. My territory was also her childhood territory. She helped me to identify places to visit, and she created a love of observing and naming birds and wild flowers. Her father took her upstream when he fished the Pinsley and Lugg and I shared his passion for water meadows. My aunt once said to my mother, "Do you think she's our dad come back to us?" I longed to be able to fishlike him but no one left in the family had any expertise. Occasionally I was given a brown trout or grayling to cheer Mum up.My father came from Germany and whenever we visited I got very homesick. That was watery border country too but indistinguishable from Holland: flat and ruled by straight roads, straight trees and dykes. The best bits were playing with my cousins on bomb sites under cover of wild spinach and rose bay willowherb. I craved the hills, meanders, twisting hedges and broken-backed willows of home.When we were travelling home in 1963, Dad read Beeching's railway cuts aloud from the paper. The Leominster-to-Kington line that ran past us was to go. I was 7 and panicked. I thought we'd never get home and I'd have to live in a flat, intensively plotted, place. I pined in anticipation of the loss of wildness and the suffocating weight of sky in the absence of hills.Even Herefordshire began to feel too low-lying and farmed. Town was encroaching on country. If there was a chance of a rare car trip I always wanted to go west to the Radnor Forest, to Knighton and Presteigne, places imbued with stories of grandfather as a boy staying up all night in Stapleton Castle to stalk its ghost; sometimes we visited grandmother's childhood homes in the hills around Bishops Castle and at the back of the Long Mynd. Topography talked to me. I loved the rounded, unenclosed hills of bilberry and bracken and hiding in secret cwms.On the way to Barmouth when I was nine, we travelled the hill road from Knighton to Newtown. I made my uncle stop the car on the moors by Cilfaesty Hill, near the source of the Teme and was enthralled. As we dipped down past the then derelict Cider House, on the back of Kerry hill, at the place I now think of as Rowan Ridge, I spotted a raven leaning into the north and knew, instantly, that I wanted to live nearby.Chris Kinsey, 2019 A collection of poetry on nature Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.
