Greetings from Tallis

I have been asked to write, but as usual the compensation lies almost entirely in the haltingly expressed gratitude of the reader.

Apparently it is now expected that a poet should not merely create the work but should then proceed to promote it.

Somehow this feels wrong. One does not wrestle with one’s muse merely to hawk her around the streets like some common panderer. No, in a civilised world a patron approaches you. They are courteous, diffident even, and suggest gently that they would be delighted if you could find time to pen them a short ode.

But it seems we live in an altogether darker world where the poet has to jostle with the huckster or fairground barker in an attempt to have their art noticed.

Alas

But in my day

Brass

Was not the poet’s pay

Pass

And look not into my eyes

Crass

The world that I despise.

But still, let it be mentioned that a small work of mine, garnished with the studied ruminations of friends and critics alike, is now available for your delectation and delight

It is available for purchase, but I have been led to believe that it is also available as a ‘free download’. This bizarre offer apparently lasts from the 31^st of July to the 4^th of August and is available at

http://www.amazon.com/Lambent-Dreams-Jim-Webster-ebook/dp/B01278WPWI/

or

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lambent-Dreams-Jim-Webster-ebook/dp/B01278WPWI/

Hurry and acquire your copy now lest this miracle of electronic communication fail and leave you bereft.

 

 

Oh and as an aside, some have commented on the picture. It is indeed a true likeness, although admittedly I was younger then and it is before I grew my moustache. Indeed it is the picture my beloved wife carries in a locket.