Biography of Michael Shepherd
farmwork; 9-14 teacher; pro-am drama; scholarship to Oxford University to study Anglo-Saxon and English Literature; dropout; backstage Ballets de Paris; industrial journalism; midlife crisis around 25; invoice typist; bookshop assistant; art journalist; book reviewer; small book on Barbara Hepworth,1963; art critic for national newspapers and magazines 20 years; radio and television work; presented to Queen Mother for services to Canadian art; and to Rajeev Gandhi for services to Indian art; Post-graduate Thesis Tutor, Royal Academy of Art 20 years; Selector and Juror Mid-States Art Contest, Indiana; translator and research team for Letters of Marsilio Ficino; obituary writer for The Times; 24/7 carer 7 years; writer/editor of Ficino celebratory volume 1999(see Books page here) now translated into Dutch; political satirist for website, 'Call Me Tony'; proofreader for forthcoming 18-volume Encyclopaedia of Hindu Philosophy; various essays on 50 years of Zimbabwean sculpture; historical context essay for 'Gardens of Philosophy: Ficino on Plato' by Arthur Farndell, Shepheard-Walwyn Publishers,2006, £18.95; Godstow Press in Oxford published 136 sonnets under the title 'Awakening to Myself' in December 2004 (£15 postfree in Britain, contact Godstow Press for overseas postage) . For international payment, see firstname.lastname@example.org
Michael has been a member of the School of Economic Science/School of Practical Philosophy in London for 50 years, and moderates (2008) the Poetry Forum attached to its website.
He is currently Text Editor for the online 'Hindupedia' encyclopaedia of Hinduism.
His latest book on Waterperry is noted below.
Michael Shepherd's Works:
Barbara Hepworth: Methuen,1963
Friend to Mankind (Marsilio Ficino,1433-1499) : Shepheard-Walwyn,1999
Marsilio Ficino: Een universeel mens: Uitgeverij Ankh-Hermes bv, Deventer,2002 (translation of the major part of the above volume, with additional essays by Jjost Ritman, Annine ven der Meer, and Jacob Slavenburg)
Awakening to Myself (poems, December 2004)
Waterperry House and Grounds: an elusive history. (School of Economic Science,2009)
Michael Shepherd Poems
A pretty girl is like a simile and vice-a-versa so I'd say
! A Wish
I'd like to write - like grown-up poets do: with similes that span the universe, that sparkle, crackle, dazzle, woo the mind; and touch the heart with tender, swoony verse...
! Travelling With Robert Frost
Everyone but poets (who have their own allegiances) would acknowledge it – you were, and I guess still are, the most famous and popular poet of
! A Grief Ago
'There is no grief which time does not lessen or soften' - so said Cicero, a man so often right;
0020 Finger Lickin' Blood
At Wendy's Restaurant in San Jose, California, USA, a woman 'found' a finger, rather illy hidden in her bowl of chilli.
It's a situation all too familiar: sitting at this keyboard getting sillier and sillier,
! ! Metaphors, Similes And Stuff - Pooh ...
Christopher Robin and Pooh walked slowly down the path in the woods, treading on the occasional crackly twig. 'CR...' said Pooh, 'What's a Poeh Tree? Is it the same as a Poem, or a hum? '
Love Love Love
Oh it's so easy to say - 'Give what you think you lack - You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...
! ! Two Birds On The Same Tree
Two birds rest on the same tree; their eyes are bright; they look alike; yet one
! The First Bike
Do you remember that your first bike with all its magic, had a smell?
0402 The Footballers' Bible
It's a book of two halves First half, a lot of whistle-blowing, rule-breaking, penalties, and the ref keeping strictly to the rules
! ! This Is A Shouting Poem
This is a SHOUTING poem. Not a gentle wildflower poem not a whispering-of-love poem A SHOUTING POEM.
Metaphor’s the soul of poetry: this incongruous instrument of speech with which we say one thing, when we mean quite another:
0021 Football's New Rules
I guess you read the news about the town – soon to be copied – which abolished traffic lights... what happened? Self-preservation,
I’ve only got to say the word…and
I can hear the male murmur murmur right now
mixed with a hurhur hurhur as of naughty boys…
suddenly lips and fingers have their vivid, hungry memories…
while ladies have their own reactions
not unaware of the murmur hurhur and the fact
that some men think they own these, ungifted, as of right…
and some of us, perforce, have memories as intimate,