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The Competition To Win Free Audio Downloads of “My Old Clock I Wind” Is Now Open To UK Audible Subscribers

On 7 December, I announced a competition to win 2 free copies of the audio version of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”.

The competition remains open to audible.com users and I am pleased to announce that a further 2 (free) audio downloads are now available to audible.co.uk listeners, https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Arts-Entertainment/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VYT3X6.

To enter the competition, please send an email to newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please put “competition to win an audio download” in the subject line.

The first 2 people to email me will receive a promotional code enabling them to download “My Old Clock I Wind” FREE.

Please note, audible.co.uk codes only work on the UK site and audible.com codes only work on the US website. However listners not based in either the UK or USA may still use a promotional code (provided that the code is used on the site for which it was issued). So, for example a person resident in Australia can not use a promotional code for audible.co.uk or audible.com on the Australian site (audible.com/au). They may, however go to either audible.co.uk or audible.com and use the code (making sure that their browser does not redirect them to the Australian Audible site). This may entail opening a new account on either audible.co.uk or audible.com.

A relative resident in Australia was able to download “My Old Clock” by going to audible.com (despite the attempts of his browser to redirect him to audible.com/au)!

The above is somewhat confusing for which I apologise! If you have any queries please don’t hesitate to contact me.

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“My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download, from Audible

I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download from audible.co.uk and audible.com.

“My Old Clock I Wind” derives its title from the clock which sits, in pride of place, on the bookcase in my living room. The title poem reads as follows:

“My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop with my hand;
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone”.

About The Author

I was born in Liverpool in 1969, a year best known of course for my birth. Well no, actually it is better known for the moon landings which certain peculiar conspiracy theorists still maintain never took place (the moon landings that is, not my birth!).

It was from my grandfather that I derived my first love of literature and I have many happy memories of him reading to me. As I grew older I learned to read Braille which opened up the world of independent reading and I still remember how amazing it was to me, as a young boy, to be able to sit with a book on my knee reading for myself.

I attended school in Liverpool and later went on to read history and politics at university. Having obtained my BA, I went on to gain an MA in political theory.

Since 1994 I have lived and worked in London. I find that I cannot write with background noise, other than the singing of birds, and am lucky that my home overlooks a large garden and an historic park in Crystal Palace, famed for it’s steep hills and fresh air.

Where to buy “My Old Clock I Wind”

Audible (UK) – https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Arts-Entertainment/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VYT3X6/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1512505394&sr=1-1
Audible.com – https://www.audible.com/pd/Drama-Poetry/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VS5CTN/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1512505653&sr=1-1
Amazon (US) – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG
Amazon (UK) – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG
Moyhill Publishing – http://moyhill.com/clock/
The royal National Institute of Blind People (braille edition)http://shop.rnib.org.uk/ or call 0303 123 9999, quoting order number 25870603.

The Solid Melts Away

The real melts away like summer snow to be replaced by the insubstancial, that which we can not grasp.

From a very young age my grandfather and others bought me spoken word cassettes. These ranged from Stevenson’s Treasure Island to Brontae’s Wuthering Heights. I still possess most of them. They stand neatly stacked on a bookcase in my living room.

As a child I remember marvelling at the fact that a strip of thin magnetic tape could contain famous actors reading the classics of English literature. Later I wondered how CDs could hold on their round plastic surfaces the classics of world literature.

In retrospect both cassettes and CDs can be seen as a move from the substancial to the virtual. Granted the words of readers where contained on tape or disk, however language remained encased within plastic, one could take down from one’s CD rack Oliver Twist, look at the picture on the box, remove the disks, place them in a CD player and watch the small round disk move as words poured forth from the speakers. Now this is being replaced by virtual readings provided by companies such as audible.com which can be listened to on a variety of devices ranging from PCs to I-pods. Language is still contained within a flat cigarette lighter shaped I-pod but it somehow seems less real than holding a cassette tape or a CD.

I’ve recently started to record some of my poetry on Youtube which means that it is potentially available to people anywhere in the world unless you are unlucky enough to live in North Korea where access to the internet is confined to the security services and other top officials in the regime. Gone are the days when one had to pop into W H Smiths to buy a cassette or CD. Now all that is needed is a connection to the internet and bob’s your uncle, you can hear me reading (or attempting to read)! My work.

Everything that is solid melts and vanishes to be replaced by the virtual. Perhaps we are going full circle by returning to an earlier pre-print age where people told each other stories while huddled around the camp fire. The most important thing is that literature survives whether virtually or encased within the pages of books. In fact I hope (and I believe) that the virtual will never wholly replace the real, but it is, in the final analysis the survival of literature and art which matters rather than how that manifests itself.

For my Youtube channel please visit https://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog