Territorial Animals.

Yorkshire. Tues. 10\3\09. 11.15. Been writing a few blogs recently. Mainly about religion. Written lots of Confidential Journals over the past few years too. Nothing here in my actual "Journal" for a long while. Am not much of a political person, but let’s have some politics.

If some aliens looked down at us from outer space, they might comment about all the wrongs in our world. Our history is full of these wrongs. To me, once you occupy a land then you have the right to keep it. So it is wrong that we (British) took North America from the Red Indians, Canada from the French (who first grabbed it from the Indians), India from the eastern Indians, Australia from the Aborigines, New Zealand from the Kiwis, and so on. It is equally wrong that the Spanish took most of South America. “Colonisation” of this sort is wrong.
Taking this train of thought to the end of the line... Some would argue Ireland for The Irish, Palestine for the Palestinians, and so on.

A few years ago I saw an interesting programme on archaeology which included a look at Istanbul, in Turkey. Underneath a mosque they found an old Byzantine floor, showing clearly that Istanbul was originally an East Roman city once known as Constantinople. MMM.

Mind you, logically this probably makes my ancestors conquering invaders too. Or immigrants. The Butterses were probably Anglo Saxon and some of the Haresigns were reportedly Huguenots from Holland or France. Then again the Harrises on my dad’s side were maybe of Welsh origin. Who knows? Not me. Time for lunch. Out.

Love, sex, romance, music, sport, television, children, animals and dreams.

Love, sex, romance, music, sport, television, children, animals and dreams.

Well, that’s the title of this blog done. Loaded with “tags” as far as I know. Have posted lots of poems plus the odd story and blog on the internet in recent years. Am very grateful for the glowing comments made by other writers on these. Yet I am disappointed at the very low number of views I’ve “received”. In fact my blogs on “Blogger” have had next to no response.
So, this weekend I wrote a poem called “Love, Sex and Tagliatelle Taglines”. I filled it with as many “tags” as I could. Such as love, sex, romance, music, sport, television, children, animals, football, Beckham, Ronaldo (sorry for swearing!), family, feelings, friends, holidays, heart, hope, life, pain, torture, masochism, sadism, porn, spanking, bl*w j*bs, people, poem, poetry, stories, drama, soaps, thrillers, crime, hospitals, heath, relationships, thoughts, supernatural, religion, church, belief, China, America, Clapton, Hendrix, Winehouse, Brits, the Universe, Earth.
Well that’ll have to do. I’m exhausted. I read that some writers spend most of their time writing articles of buzz-words having no real purpose other than to “draw” punters. Ironic to see that Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of my favourite great poets, was not published until after his death. I suppose that says it all.
On Voicesnet my poem “Champion” has received about 1400 views, way more than any other piece of mine. Odd that because it’s about table tennis, a minority sport. Will be interesting to see how the poem “Love...” does.
Sorry to sound arrogant, but I am very proud of my writing. I Know I am blessed with talent. Whether I have the right work ethic or approach is another matter. I am a very lazy reader, yet clearly I can be very inspired by the work of others. In a way I fit in very well with the quick-fix ways of today. My longest story that I’ve written to press is about 4000 words. I’m very much a sprint merchant. Have posted over 70 short pieces on “Poemhunter”....
Well, lunch approaches, so better sign off, for now. (Lunch, as Mum says, is “Spaghetti Bolognaked”!) Out.

Paul Butters (C) 2\3\2009, 13.10, Yorkshire.