The Wolf who came to the Door

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I’m delighted to unveil a new painting from Elena Purlytė, which goes hand in hand with one of my older poems ‘the Wolf who came to the Door’. Enjoy!

Lewis Brown

The Wolf who came to the Door painting

Once upon a time there was a widow who lived
in a house on a street on a hill.
She was largely content and she didn’t complain
excepting the tenancy bill.

She was largely content and she didn’t complain
she still had her job and her home and her health.
She kept a tight ship and a garden of sorts
for the benefit of none but herself.

But once of an evening when the sky opened up
and the rain on the roof made a din
a wolf knocked on her door with a dripping-wet paw
and asked if he couldn’t come in.

He wiped off his paws and took off his coat,
so he wouldn’t get mud on the floor.
He was oh so civil and very refined,
the wolf who came to the door.

She offered him tea, which he graciously drank
which was no mean feat without…

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Supersonic Spacewhale

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Look! The supersonic spacewhale!
What an incredible sight –
surfing astral rainbows
at twice the speed of light.
Hunting shoals of cosmic krill,
star-hopping with impossible skill
the supersonic spacewhale rules the night!

In a galaxy of darkness
it keeps the shadows at bay
finds the evils of the universe
and drives them all away.
Doctor Who
has nothing on you
the supersonic spacewhale saves the day!

It is honest and straightforward,
as it squashes evil flat.
It doesn’t need a fancy costume.
It doesn’t dress up like a bat.
And you won’t hear it complain
‘first they think I’m a bird, then they think I’m a plane’.
No, a spacewhale is a spacewhale, and that’s that.

So when scientists are wondering
‘Is there life beyond the skies?’
don’t be surprised if someone turns,
throws up their hands and cries
that zooming through the starry void,
munching on an asteroid,
the supersonic spacewhale never dies!

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Art by Elena Purlytė at: http://www.eyesoftrees.wordpress.com

The Launch Sequence

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Art meets poetry once more – this time in space! Thanks again to the amazing Elena Purlytė for her work.

Lewis Brown

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‘T Minus 5’

They said they should send a poet
to describe the Earth from space.
They thought it might do the world some good:
some betterment, for the human race.

“You know, I think that it’s not too late,”
Some bright arts-graduate said.
“We’ve sent up chimps,” he reasoned,
“So why not a poet instead?”

‘T Minus 4.’

The media thought it was a great idea
and the public was incredibly keen.
They even got seals of approval
from Brain Cox and the Queen.

Teams of engineers came together
to make this wonderful vision a fact,
this coming-together of science and art
in a single magnificent act.

‘T Minus 3.’

So they lured out a poet from hiding
with the promise of worldwide acclaim,
although little in his haste did he realise
that they didn’t mean literary fame.

Even though the suit didn’t fit him
and no one explained…

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The Boy by the Perfect Lake

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Wonderful new art to go with an old-ish poem, courtesy of Elena Purlytė.

Lewis Brown

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The boy by the perfect lake
Sits right on the very edge
Leaning forward, he is more above the water than he is on the land.
The lake is flawless, a perfect mirror
reflecting the sun,
and the sky,
and the boy.

His finger hovers above the surface of the lake.
He longs to touch it,
feel the water on his skin
and become one with his own reflection
but he doesn’t dare.
The water is too perfect,
and it does not look warm.

He is afraid his worries will weigh him down,
pull him to the bottom,
that his doubts will drown him
or his problems push him in.
Suddenly afraid he turns, looks behind him
but there is no one there.

He almost gets up, stands up,
walks away from the lake
and goes back the way he came.
Instead, he closes his eyes
and remembers.
Remembers all…

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The Launch Sequence

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‘T Minus 5’

They said they should send a poet
to describe the Earth from space.
They thought it might do the world some good:
some betterment, for the human race.

“You know, I think that it’s not too late,”
Some bright arts-graduate said.
“We’ve sent up chimps,” he reasoned,
“So why not a poet instead?”

‘T Minus 4.’

The media thought it was a great idea
and the public was incredibly keen.
They even got seals of approval
from Brain Cox and the Queen.

Teams of engineers came together
to make this wonderful vision a fact,
this coming-together of science and art
in a single magnificent act.

‘T Minus 3.’

So they lured out a poet from hiding
with the promise of worldwide acclaim,
although little in his haste did he realise
that they didn’t mean literary fame.

Even though the suit didn’t fit him
and no one explained the console
the rocket left the atmosphere
with a poet at the controls.

‘T Minus 2’

“It’s beautiful alright,” Was his first thought.
“I’m glad that they picked me to go,
but apart from reporting how poignant it is
what was it they needed to know?”

So he sat there in space for a little while
looking down on the Earth all alone,
and it didn’t take long for it to occur to him:
“How the hell am I meant to get home?”

‘T Minus 1…. and Liftoff.’

They say they sent a poet
to help them understand,
but the poet still wishes they hadn’t
because he doesn’t know how to land.

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Art by Elena Purlytė at: www.eyesoftrees.wordpress.com

Welcome to Edinburgh, with Freddie Alexander and Rachel Rankin

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The city where the sun is… not.
where the moon …is.
and the omnipresent sounds of drilling and roadworks lull us into the pleasant illusion that things are getting better.
Welcome to Edinburgh.

The Edinburgh University Student’s association would like to remind you that you that the song ‘Blurred Lines’ is banned in all EUSA venues, so please refrain from…
-Playing ‘Blurred Lines’
-Singing ‘Blurred Lines’
-Thinking ‘Blurred Lines’
…or blurring lines
in EUSA venues.
Thank you.

This is a message about Foreign Exchange Programmes.
“Foreign Exchange Programmes are not applied for.
You will know you have been selected when a grey squirrel approaches you in George Square Park.
If this happens you will have 24 hours to tell your friends and family, oh I don’t know, that you’re going abroad to find yourself, and you don’t know when you will be back.
‘Don’t look for me,’ you should say, ‘please, please don’t look for me. It’s for the best’.”

And now a public safety announcement about using the lifts in Appleton Tower:
Don’t.
They are still being cleaned after last time.

Next up is an event from our community calendar.
“This week Edinburgh University Winesoc will be hosting their annual ‘Drink to Forget’ evening.
Students should bring £5, their student, and a selection of memories they wish to part with.
Students should note that the maximum number of memories purged is 5, less than that for particularly traumatic memories.
Memories of exam periods, essays and dissertations especially will count extra.
Upon being asked what they intended to do with our wine-sodden, half-stolen memories, a winesoc representative responded only by bleeding profusely into a wine glass and sobbing.”

Hey listeners, it’s time for our weekly ‘spotted in the library anecdote’:
We see you.

This is a word from the student support centre.
“Do you ever feel as if your experience of higher education is incomplete?
That, rather than developing academically and as a person, you have instead become nothing but a vessel for the temporary containment of ultimately meaningless information?
Are you really learning?
Or are you merely assimilating and regurgitating the knowledge of others, only to forget it the moment your pen is lifted from the examination paper?
Think. Your last assignment.
It took you hours. Days.
But can you remember even a single word?
When that sheaf of white paper slipped into the hungry maw of the essay submission box, what else was taken with it?
Who were you when you wrote and submitted it, and who are you now?
The two are not the same.
Resist.
Do not give them your thoughts.
Fight the tyranny of assessment and make your mind your own again.
A 2.1 or a first does not mean you are doing better, it means they are harvesting you faster.
But do not give up hope. You can free yourself. The secret to freedom is-”
-this announcement has been censored by the University Board of Governors.
Students are advised not to visit the Student Support Centre today, as it is currently on fire, and will be for the remainder of its existence.
The staff inside, who were responsible for the previous announcement, have been evacuated and are now taking part in the Foreign Exchange Programme.
Please do not be concerned by any sense of being a tiny, insignificant cog in a huge, uncaring machine that endlessly grinds human thoughts, memories and dreams into dust for some sinister and unknown purpose.
Any such feeling simply means that university
is working.

And now, the weather:
Rain.
Wind and Rain.
Snow and Rain.
Rain and Rain and Rain and Rain and Rain and Rain.

Listeners, that is all we have time for now, but we leave you with this thought:
“Life is like a box of chocolates,
you can’t afford one until you graduate.”
Goodnight, Edinburgh, goodnight.

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Put this one together with Rachel Rankin(papercutsandink.wordpress.com) and Freddie Alexander (@FredRAlexander). It was mostly just for fun, plus we all share a fondness for Welcome to Night Vale that made us want to lend the city and the university a similar little touch of sinister. Hope it was enjoyable to read, even if it was a bit of an in-joke.

Image sourced from Wikimedia Commons. Photographer: Ad Meskens.