The True Legend of Paul Squires.

April 13, 2008 at 10:58 am | In antihaiku, australian poetry, contemporary poetry, links, writing | 38 Comments
Tags: Paul Squires, photo, prose, wikipedia, writing

Hello. I am not Paul Squires the independent film maker nor Paul Squires the author of “Wealthier Than You Think”, both of whom are far better at Search Engine Optimisation than I am. I am Paul Squires, the Australian poet and author. And this is my bloggedy blog. My work has appeared in

wordsalad

Word Catalyst Magazine

and lots of other places I have forgotten about. I remain unsure of the benefits of appearing in journals so I don’t submit much.

I am the author of the notorious “The Puzzle Box” (at Lulu)

The Puzzle Box (Hardcover at Amazon)

The Puzzle Box (Paperback at Amazon)

I am an irregular Twitterer and a notorious over commenter in other people’s blogs.

Hello,

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~stomping feet, clapping and wolf whistling~
i won’t say the laying of self nekkid on the page is better than the picture of you nekkid – since i haven’t seen the evidence to compare you understand {{the castlebuilding one though is nummy}}… but this is quite the Paul feast and lip smacking satisfying. ~excuse me while i burp in a ladylike manner~
**muwwwahhhhh***
I adore you.
Haha, 100 comments and I post the photo, Lakota,

Comment by Lakota — April 13, 2008 #
This is interesting- I to blog because I feel as if it may just be one way, or the only way that I have a shot at immortality. The concept of immortality is a beautiful one and when I read your Wik. entry I am suddenly feeling hopeful that you may indeed achieve this honorable status- right along side Beckett, Bernhard and Homer. Keep on blog blog blogging and I will see you in eternity (maybe- I have got to garner more comments first).

Comment by randall — April 13, 2008 #
Lakota, Randall. Randall, Lakota. Play nice. C(link)

Comment by Paul — April 13, 2008 #
mightier shrug as he gets older and the concretions of age, scars, barnacles

wonderful. Well you are, aren’t you.

Comment by johemmant — April 13, 2008 #
post it.

Comment by Scot — April 14, 2008 #
I really like the tone you’ve used here.

Comment by Crafty Green Poet — April 14, 2008 #
Just realised I missed that penultimate link to irony, brilliant, you do make me laugh And I agree with Scot, which was what I came back to say, post it, post haste.

Comment by johemmant — April 14, 2008 #
paul squires appears to be an interesting fellow indeed. I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, ill definitely be back!

Comment by cruxandflux — April 14, 2008 #
Building castles in the sand, that is what sounds good to me. Margueritas en nachos… yipieeeee. My cigar is burnt and my beer is warm, time to go to bed. I like the cognac flavored cigars. Yes, Mr. Squires is a jubilant troubadore, a valedicto tory,and he knows the magic story of seven sisters and seven stars. I’ll show him how to catch some fish one day.

Comment by Fabian G. Franklin — April 14, 2008 #
making furious notes, ha ha.

Comment by johemmant — April 14, 2008 #
“The only known photograph of Paul Squires was taken decades ago. He is sitting on the beach behind his house . . .” Haha, I was really hoping the sentence would end there, your house being the sandcastle!

Legend indeed! — If only all Wikipedia posts read so well, were so lyrical.
You are right Peter, again, I just did that in my mind, remade that sentence so it does that and it would go past on the rhythm so quick people would think they saw something they didn’t and it would be great, but I can’t do it because it is your idea, bugger, you are a master of prose, miles in front of me, man,

Comment by Peter — April 15, 2008 #
“He is sitting on the beach behind his house at the time making a sandcastle with something long and white hanging out of his mouth”

he is sitting on the beach behind his sandcastle with something long and white hanging out of his mouth like a half swallowed lure,

Comment by Paul — April 15, 2008 #
“you are a master of prose, miles in front of me, man,” — That’s a nice compliment, but you know it’s not true. We are all equals here, else how could we be friends?

Comment by Peter — April 15, 2008 #
Wait!? What is this about 100 comments?

Comment by Peter — April 15, 2008 #
Haha, I thought I would do my part!

I’m taking off this morning to visit a friend in Paris for a couple weeks, so I shall be absent from the blogosphere. I look forward to reading your works when I return. Take care!
A couple of weeks in Paris, I am jealous, bring back stories, have fun,

Comment by Peter — April 15, 2008 #
I keep trying to tell you… left side firm at take away. Sweet Jeebus, Paul, at this rate you’re *never* gonna break a hundred. Oh, and… now I know why you spend so much time in the sand.

Comment by Bob — April 15, 2008 #
very nice pic, sir squires. Only I’m curious as to what your ethnic background is. I can’t figure it out, but I’m guessing your a combo? I have this bad habit (I think because I’m a hybrid born of parents who are both hybrids) of liking to figure out bloodlines. Forgive me if I’m being rude.

Comment by harmonie22 — April 16, 2008 #
Ahh, that is a question I have hidden answers to and I am reluctant to pare them down to words too obvious, i can say my father was descendant of Welsh coal miners and my mother of Russian Jews, born within a few hundred kilometres of each other but, like a knot that unravels, a continuous diaspora…

Comment by Paul — April 19, 2008 #
Thanks for indulging my shameless (drunken) curiousity. All that matters is that you are here, as you, being you.

Comment by harmonie22 — April 20, 2008 #
why, hello.

Comment by peterandthehare — April 30, 2008 #
hello, Peter, or is that the Hare who I must admit is a little scary at times with his ability to warn about words which we are not qualified to use,

Comment by Paul — April 30, 2008 #
Now I will confound and astound by making myself disappear and reappear as the infamous nickbunny of multiply fame. I hear the Ozark Mountain Daredevils playing Chicken Train. bach bach bach…bach. If you’ve never seen Chicken Train or heard it, type it into yon limpid search engine. The clarity of the tasty fowl will be sure to amaze.

Comment by Fabian G. Franklin — May 10, 2008 #
[...] out the wrinkles and as soon as its finished, whoosh its gone, not that anyone will notice, haha, not a meaningless detour, if you want to know the password and dont, but really i wouldn’t bother its not [...]

Pingback by The Poem Below « hello, — May 11, 2008 #
i want more!!!

Comment by aefiel — July 16, 2008 #
so, we’ve only another 80 comments and all will be revealed? tempting but it will take time.
sarah

Comment by sarah flanigan — July 27, 2008 #
So, is the photo of the man in the beanie wearing a gingatao T-shirt not you? I didn’t think it looked like the Paul Squires in the beach photo.

Interesting to see the development of the narrator’s character, as if the person writing this post I’m responding to is yet one step away from the one I thought was the author.

Comment by christine — August 23, 2008 #
Oh they are both me, Christine. Well, if one accepts the continuity of character over time which is, of course always moot. Are you the same person you were twenty years ago? Even all the cells in your body have been replaced a few hundred times. And so forth and so on. Only 72 comments to go, woohoooo,

Comment by Paul — August 23, 2008 #
“Every writer’s voice is an artifical construct. There is no point in trying to be yourself in your writing. Writing is an exercise in the creation of voices.” Paul Squires.

Comment by Paul — September 10, 2008 #
I’m Nobody! Who are you?

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickenson

Comment by Paul — September 10, 2008 #
you never cease to delight and intrigue me Paul Squires…. : P

Comment by psychobillygirl — October 12, 2008 #
oh wow Paul – this brings back some happy, happy memories! Thnx for linking to this on my post. ~smiling big and remembering….~

Comment by Lakota — April 30, 2009 #
Heh, Lakota! “He not busy being born is busy dying.” Bob Dylan. In America lots of your best poets turn into musicians. I have decided to reduce the bet to 50 comments.

Comment by Paul — May 3, 2009 #
[...] gingatao is written by Paul Squires [...]

Pingback by Pornography Versus Erotica « gingatao — May 31, 2009 #
Dear Paul,

About The Puzzle Box, I keep telling myself that it’s poetry, but certain elements sound so autobiographical: they are very persuasive. You can invent things, I know. Still, I wanted to ask you if you’re a pianist, but that doesn’t seem quite fair … to go outside the poem asking questions.

Maybe it is natural, nonetheless, like a child’s insistent questioning. Like a child, I am so literal minded.

And the Tiger meditation, I wanted to know about that. Everything in the poem seems so real and I want to know what everything is, who are these people, “why?” everything, and the Box itself, what does it look like?

Usually my daughter asks me questions like these, maybe now I should ask her ….

Love the book, it’s truly so alive and wonderful.

Aletha

Comment by alethakuschan — June 15, 2009 #
Thankyou, Aletha. I’m glad there are parts which are very persuasive in their apparent autobiographicalness. Your questions are very good ones and I’m sure you won’t mind if I don’t answer them, but only because I can’t. I hope the book constructs its own reality and any questions it doesn’t answer are just spaces in which your mind is free to wander or to rest, like a tiger snoozing in a tree.

Comment by Paul — June 15, 2009 #
Paul,

I knew you were going to say that. It’s the same answer I give my kid.

Aletha

Comment by alethakuschan — June 16, 2009 #
“I remain unsure of the benefits of appearing in journals so I don’t submit much”

Interesting. I often wonder about that too…
Welcome aboard Stu. Join The Revolution. Poets and readers taking back ownership of poetry.

Comment by Stu — June 16, 2009 #
Re those other Paul Squires:

could you not aquire an intensifier ?

be Paul X. Squires ?
like Robert X Cringely
or
Alfred E Newman
Michael J Fox.

I know this woman on farcebook who is the only one called helena,glass

yet there are 52 Denny Cranes. go figure.

peace and love

Comment by Ann O'Dyne — July 19, 2009 #