tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post894736604976814101..comments2024-03-27T20:34:09.464+01:00Comments on zmkc: Pikezmkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-11181526109498107242011-08-30T00:05:24.173+02:002011-08-30T00:05:24.173+02:00I wish he'd kept the raven.I wish he'd kept the raven.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-2563833973346851452011-08-26T19:48:02.374+02:002011-08-26T19:48:02.374+02:00Either that, or he bought them out, moved them int...Either that, or he bought them out, moved them into public places, pulled the blinds up, removed the raven, and put them online, so that the brand could be opened up to Very Good Boys as well as Bad ones.Umbagollahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14556344092820711893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-51934755666259261122011-08-26T12:47:20.103+02:002011-08-26T12:47:20.103+02:00I'm looking at my copy of The Tree that Sat Do...I'm looking at my copy of The Tree that Sat Down, and wondering if Murdoch had an early franchise we didn't know about:<br />"So Sam took the day off. And when he got outside he went to the nearest Wicked Newspaper Shop. Of course only a very bad boy would have been able to find it, for the Wicked Newspaper Shops are always hidden away in dark alleys and crooked side streets. A red candle splutters in the window, the blinds are half drawn, and a raven sits on the doorstep, uttering gloomy squawks. If you ever get lost, and pass such a shop, never, never, go inside. It is full of the most dreadful books and pictures which will make you wish you had never been born.'zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-62484691730927318582011-08-25T19:03:45.518+02:002011-08-25T19:03:45.518+02:00The Tree That Sat Down! I hadn't thought of th...The Tree That Sat Down! I hadn't thought of that book in ages. A golden-orange front cover filled with a picture of a tree. My library had it in Penguin paperback, I think. Hughes was the first adult poet I can remember liking, the first poet who wasn't Edward Lear or who didn't come in an anthology with a title like Verses for Children -- and the poem was "Hawk Roosting." (After that Les Murray a little bit ago it strikes me that "My manners are tearing off heads" from "Hawk" is a Murrayish line.)Umbagollahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14556344092820711893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-70972321665193971392011-08-21T02:40:02.752+02:002011-08-21T02:40:02.752+02:00I haven't, although I loved his children's...I haven't, although I loved his children's books - The Tree that Sat Down and The Stream that Stood Stillzmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-82216818932986653322011-08-20T23:46:24.252+02:002011-08-20T23:46:24.252+02:00ZMKC, have you read any of Beverley Nichols books ...ZMKC, have you read any of Beverley Nichols books about creating his garden? They strike me as the sort if thing you would enjoy immenselyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com