The cuckoo is back on the hill

The cuckoo returns
Now the haze of birch changes
From purple to green

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Green Linnet – a new review on Amazon.

5.0 out of 5 stars Treasures in the landscape, 29 April 2013
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M. Harris “Mike @ Acute Angle books” (London) – See all my reviews
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There are some real treasures in amongst this short collection of stories and poems. The author is obviously enamoured with the north, its landscape, its people and its history. I particularly enjoyed the poetry which concerned the landscapes and wildlife – drawing such vivid pictures, some of which I was familiar with, others which were a mystery, yet now I have a picture in my mind. An early delight was The Cowshed Wall, a short story which had the makings of an enjoyable inter-era mystery about it. I’d love to see this story explored further. All in all, a very pleasant way to introduce us to Mr Nicholson’s work. I look forward to reading more.

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Looking for Self

This appeared today – on the wind like the first swallow.

Looking for Self

Buttocks press on the meditation stool.
Instruction: check posture.
Sensation: slight curvature at base of spine.
Automatic straightening for tension release.
The body lifts and ease follows.
Mind says: ‘this experience is like a still pond,
A surface like glass – reflecting experience.’
Labelling arises: ‘this is model making.’
Now the smooth pool ripples – with words.
Yet another image.
Who is the image-maker? Find him.
He is sensed, somewhere in the background to all this.
But there is nothing to grasp.
When I reach for him with mind – he disperses
like dye in water.
Thought: ‘I could set this down in lines,
like a poem,
but will the poem be any good?’
The self is back – with his desire for acclaim.
Acclaim from where?
From other bundles of self-delusion?
Thought: ‘no wonder there is pain.’
Reach out for the experiencer of pain before it evaporates
But it has gone – vanished when looked for.
Eyelids lift – there is the image of the Buddha.
Reflection: ‘this search was his search.’
Below him sits Green Tara – she gazes back.
Her sympathy comes like the offering of a flower.

Harry Nicholson

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New – A reader’s report on ‘Tom Fleck’

Mike’s report on ‘Tom Fleck’
Here are my kind of ‘notes’ on Tom – as you can see, I got a lot out of it.

Genre – towards the end, I thought more romance than history, but that’s just how the reading experience was for me – looking at the final chapter again, I could be wrong.

Plot – I thought travelling up to Flodden passing through different towns and landscapes was a good idea – part of the pleasure of the book was this ‘travel’ aspect. Seeing Flodden from the viewpoint of an outsider from Yorkshire was a very good idea.

Description and style – both of countryside and town scenes was excellent. Historical detail didn’t intrude too much. You avoided stereotypes like over-dirty peasants and sweet maidens just gazing at roses all day! One or two lines that I bookmarked as being really good – “I must find a safe space to dwell… – where there might be contentment and books,” “It’s the heart Tom. That’s what folk should witness” (big speech), “the angular noble head breathed out a final sigh and its sixty years of consciousness faded.”

Dialogue – different accents and voices were good and convincing (would need to run that by a Scotsman/lady though!) – use of dialect didn’t intrude. I thought the dialogue was strongest when characters were in their comfort zone e.g. Tom on the farm, the aristocrats in their manor or when leading battle. That’s probably how it should be!

Writer’s voice/life philosophy – this was excellent too – you could see the views of twenty-first century man coming through.

Hero – it’s a matter of personal taste, but he maybe develops too quickly and is too virtuous – though I know he has more than a simple peasant background so that could explain it (ugly duckling in a way, I guess). I would like him to do something really wrong (but fixable) and work out how to atone. I liked the way he broke out into poetry! And to be fair, he got a bit snappy when he said, ‘My dad said you could know a body by his deeds. If the Big Man’s in charge of things hereabouts He’ll have blood up to His holy elbows.’

Sex and love – all came across as quite romantic and modern – I thought you were right not to be too explicit in the sex scenes. Not about sex and love (except maybe male bonding) but the defecation scene was good as people tend to wonder about that kind of stuff – if the book ever gets to Hollywood though, it’ll be cut!

Historical detail – really well researched – I tested it on testoons and Flemish ells! And you were fair in judging big issues like the motives of James IV, I thought – it seemed right to portray him as both courageous and in thrall to the French.

Next project – I would like to see something a bit darker in terms of the main character without necessarily a happy end, but that’s just me!

Harry – many thanks for Tom Fleck both the character and the book – really impressive thought-provoking stuff I learnt a lot from and really enjoyed reading – will probably reread it to garner more historical detail and writing tips. And good to know that after all that hard work you’re going to put yourself through it all again!

Mike

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Harry Nicholson

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Lloyd George knew my father.
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Father knew Lloyd George.

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London was draughty.

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Oh, but it was cold.

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Pegasus Falling

[[ASIN:0956229913 Pegasus Falling: Cypress Branches trilogy: 1]]
I was surprised and even startled by the scope of this story, by how it moved across the landscape and via Arnhem through the drama of Europe at the close of WW2 and into the chaos of Palestine and the ruin of the King David Hotel. From many sources we know the ugliness of Hitler’s mind, and hardly need more. However, in ‘Pegasus Falling’, William Thomas shows, with great beauty, how love can outlast the brute. He gives us a story that will linger in the mind.

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Warmth after London

After a chilly little holiday in London – a fresh and charming review to come home to:
From a reader in Virginia:
Harry Nicholson is my new favorite author. I will be waiting his next book. Tom Fleck is truly amazing, I almost read it straight through. I am retired and can do such things. There is, to my ear, not one false word in the entire book. It is so well crafted that, like in the movie THe Big Night when they talk about a meal that is so good that you must kill yourself afterward because nothing will ever be as good, this is the same in the field of literature. I loved it, I loved it and I got it free. I am guilt ridden.

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Chotah Wallah

Today, a brief homage to a lost dog. Our paths crossed 23 years ago during a march across the Himalaya into Zanskar. The day before we reached the highest point, he crept nervously towards our party. He looked a beaten and hungry creature; I gave him a chappati from my pack. By the time we took our midday rest, below the summit of the Umasi La, he’d thrown in his lot with us. I called him ‘Chotah Wallah’ (Little One).

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Yellow Dog

The ice peaks are green,
they stretch all the way to China
in the metallic moonlight.

The scabby yellow dog, with his fleas,
sits alongside on this moraine,
watching. I pull the lost one close
as we gaze to the south.

Gaze at the ridges we crossed,
now in sharp silhouette – black teeth
against yellow sheet lightening
on the Indian monsoon plain.

It dawns on me that the man
who entered this high place will not
be the man who leaves.

Chotah Wallah day2 ascent of Umasi La

Chota Wallah is the dot to the left of the two porters.

Two days later we reached the first Zanskar village and Chotah Wallah got more food. He already looks fitter. He shared my billy can.

Chotah Wallah, Zanskar

Next day we reached a Gompa (Buddhist monastery and temple). There was a festival. Chotah Wallah mixed with the other feral dogs who hung out at the gompa surviving on the monks’ kindness.
Gompa

He is on the right just behind the dancing monk.

Two days later we left Chotah Wallah asleep with a very full belly in tea shop. We climbed aboard a crowded truck for a nightmare journey out of the valley and down into Kashmire.
I was sad to leave him.
He usually wanted to share my tent – but he had fleas. Even so, we had sat together on the high glacier, watching the play of night.

On high green ice by Umasi la,
I sleepless sat and a pipe did pull,
As below over India the monsoon gloried,
Yellow and wild and my heart was full.

In a starry meadow with a homeless dog,
Watching the floating moon.
Free the black spikes of Zanskar’s Mountains,
As the horns of the gompa boom.

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