Available for freelance writing commissions on a variety of subjects including family history, nostalgic Belfast and its famous people, shops, shoppers & shopping (40 years in retailing), the golden age of Hollywood (including westerns) and humorous pieces on life's weird and wonderful. Op-eds, columns, non-fiction book reviews too.
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I have a portfolio of features, reviews, poetry and short fiction published in all sorts of places - Belfast Telegraph, Tribune, Ireland's Own, Dalhousie Review, Fairlight Books, Reader's Digest, Reality, Lapwing Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Spillwords, Dear Reader, Amethyst Review, to name a selection. Oh, and the odd BBC radio contribution. I wrote a book on retailing, on dealing with job losses and a biography of Stephen Boyd.
This is a series of very short items that have nothing to do with the current news agenda. Swift diversions for a moment or two.
Apropos of Nothing #95 – 23 July 1899
Actor, musician and poet, Chief Dan George, was born on 24 July, 1899 in North Vancouver.
His written works include My Heart Soars (1974) and My Spirit Soars (1982).
His small screen work includes appearances in The Littlest Hobo (1964), The High Chaparral (1969), Bonanza (1971) and Kung Fu (1973).
He is best known for his role as Old Lodge Skins in Little Big Man (1970) alongside Dustin Hoffman. He was nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Academy Award.
His other acclaimed role was that of Lone Watie in Clint Eastwood’s The Outlaw Josie Wales (1976).
Chief Dan George died at 82 on 23 September, 1981.
My Heart Soars
The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop of the flower,
speaks to me.
the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop of the flower,
speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
the taste of salmon
the trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
the taste of salmon
the trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
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