Timothy Marshal Nichols
Biography of Timothy Marshal Nichols
A biography is usually a chance to boast, exaggerate and lie. But as Timothy says: I am what I am and nothing else.
These are the rumours: Timothy Marshal-Nichols claims he was born and he did grow up in Leicester, England. He did go to Liverpool University where he attempted to study Economics – but that wasn't his fault. As a punishment he now works as a Software Engineer. Which probably explains many of his obsessions.
The title of the collection 'Reveries of an Imaginary Landscape' was inspired by two sources. Firstly by 'Reveries of a Solitary Walker' by the Genevan philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712 – 1778) . Written around 1776, and towards the end of Rousseau life, these are brief and deeply personal reminisces as well as being brutally candid about Rousseau's own personality and paranoia – and always in a shockingly honest manner. They also describe Rousseau's interest in botany that inspired his walks around Paris. He also touches on: issues within philosophy, children and education, the nature of lies, and problems with charity.
The other source was Imaginary Landscape. This is the title of a series of compositions by the American composer John Cage (1912 – 1992) . These compositions were written between the late 30s and early 50s and explore many avant-guard techniques.
What relates these two worlds is a concern with the new. Rousseau with his discussions of a new age and its philosophical roots and Cage with his exploration of a new musical language. Both men, in some sense, iconoclastic against the old order.
Timothy Marshal-Nichols blogs at: http: //microwavefiction.blogspot.co.uk/
And that's where you will also see the images associated with some of the poems published here.
Timothy Marshal Nichols Poems
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.2 ...
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.5 ...
Shiny blue ripples across a cascading sea the liquid lapping gently, gently
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.4 ...
Black blossoms among the blonde The crystal white sleek and tempting
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.8 ...
Running foot free with abandoned, with laughter, kisses, smiles through the red grass, ripe, sun shining
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.27...
The yellow, the yellow singing beneath the black all chequered and lively
As A Discarded Toy
A blaze aches in my broken shoulder My dress torn, covered in dirt and mud Fat and putrefaction bath my once stylish hair Useless and forgotten
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.7 ...
Flecks of light rain fall from the blue making the ground tremble the extra weight widening cracks and fissures
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.6 ...
White light with flecks of black grey walking, dancing, roaming The brown earth soft under touch
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.15...
Moist patches among the fresh grass blossoming, glistening, sparkling soft pliant under foot under the gentle tread of those strolling
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.14...
Black, so black flitting jubilant through the dense undergrowth Green, pale green
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.13...
To suck upon a freshly fallen leaf its juices ripe, tasty its red flesh succulent
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.12...
White mist hiding the brownish patches of trees looking upward the canopy scrumptious, vivacious
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.10...
The folds, the strata cut through the rocks revealing forgotten seas, sand, marine life and the crashing of time
Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.11...
Along a narrow track of dry mud on one side a grey stone wall on the other a wooden fence gives way to trees
It is not so much,
To wait, to view a vision.
For a brief glimpse,
To lightly hold hands, briefly.
For you so little,
It would mean so much for me.
It is not so much,