Comments on Searching For Blue Sea Glass: Bob Wolf - The Quest Begins

Yes, we've met on several occasions and so it neve...

2008-04-15T09:18:00.000+01:00

Yes, we've met on several occasions and so it never ceases to amaze me that we'ev remained friends for so long!

Not since Spike met Peter,Not since Pete met Dud,N...

2008-04-07T13:25:00.000+01:00

Not since Spike met Peter,
Not since Pete met Dud,
Not since Little grew Large and morecambe got Wise has there been such a pair.
A pair of what you may ask BUT a pair nonetheless.

I have the book so it was probably me who ran out ...

2008-03-27T08:00:00.000Z

I have the book so it was probably me who ran out of steam for some reason.
I'm pretty good at starting projects but lousy at finishing them off.
Some people might call this treason.
But I like to call it ~ Rolf.

I see from Flickr that it must have run out of ste...

2008-03-26T18:13:00.000Z

I see from Flickr that it must have run out of steam with you this time. I think it's usually me...

Yes, let's revisit it...

The section here I'm reasonably pleased with from the words point of view. Might want to do some work on the intro...

Maybe we should sally forth into the first of our hero's adventures?

It does seem a waste to leave it lying around coll...

2008-03-26T13:54:00.000Z

It does seem a waste to leave it lying around collecting dust. I will have a go at adding more collage and cut-ups this week and send it back to you once I have discovered your new address.

Yes. The extract I've chosen comes from the middle...

2008-03-26T11:26:00.000Z

Yes. The extract I've chosen comes from the middle of the first section after the introduction. It has been reworked a couple of times over the years for various projects.

Maybe we should get back to it and finish it.

But then again... maybe not.

The version I have with all the collages is somewh...

2008-03-25T21:14:00.000Z

The version I have with all the collages is somewhat different-

The days are dark
The saddened land bequeathed in grey
The sky is red as ginger balls
The winter's ground is hard as iron
White the snow, it gently falls
White the dandruff, swirling densely
From whencely?

Bob Wolf
Bob Wolf
Opens his door and strides forth
Muscles rippling like concrete coal bunkers
But Wait! A voice calls. It's his Mum.
Is your vest clean? Back to his hovil
He returns. To wash his vest
In mush and Bovril.

and so on in that manner for 32 more rib tickling pages!

I was getting some poems together for a book of st...

2008-03-25T16:35:00.000Z

I was getting some poems together for a book of stories-that-are-poems for a children's book when I found this that I wrote years ago with Michael Leigh. The plan had been to rewrite Boewulf! Anyway I thought it might be fun to give it another airing.