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	<title>Roger Collis</title>
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	<description>Voices Etcetera</description>
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	<itunes:subtitle>Voices Etcetera</itunes:subtitle>
	<itunes:author>Roger Collis</itunes:author>
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	<itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit>
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		<itunes:name>Roger Collis</itunes:name>
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		<title>There can be no monopoly of grief</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2010/03/03/there-can-be-no-monopoly-of-grief/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2010/03/03/there-can-be-no-monopoly-of-grief/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was dismayed to find myself dismayed the other day
that someone had laid a bowl of crocuses on your grave
in the place where I lay my Sunday flowers
usurping I thought the raw memory of my loss.
Yes, my loss and my memories belong to me alone.
But there can be no monopoly of grief. 
Others have loved you, [...]]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;I was dismayed to find myself dismayed the other day&lt;br /&gt;
that someone had laid a bowl of crocuses on your grave&lt;br /&gt;
in the place where I lay my Sunday flowers&lt;br /&gt;
usurping I thought the raw memory of my loss.&lt;span id=&quot;more-635&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, my loss and my memories belong to me alone.&lt;br /&gt;
But there can be no monopoly of grief. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Others have loved you, of course, many others, and love you still,&lt;br /&gt;
who hold your memory in their hearts;&lt;br /&gt;
other men, some who abused you, I know; you told me; husband,&lt;br /&gt;
lovers; less worthy, or worthier than me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They of their time; who is to judge?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You once said, ‘It is outrageous to be jealous of my past.’&lt;br /&gt;
And you were right; jealousy is corrosive at any time, even&lt;br /&gt;
in the sharing of grief; especially grief, perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And there is narcissism to contend with too; not just in grief,&lt;br /&gt;
but in love, in prayer…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been there: trying, vainly trying to strip away vainglorious&lt;br /&gt;
thoughts, corrupt desires – the black want always splashing&lt;br /&gt;
on my prayers…   &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And after all, you shared your last years with me – we shared&lt;br /&gt;
a precious decade…   We traveled together; we were happy, even&lt;br /&gt;
in our ailing days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until, quite suddenly, after four short agonizing weeks, you left&lt;br /&gt;
alone on your own journey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At airports, at railway stations, at the open doors of taxis, we have&lt;br /&gt;
said goodbye, touching our lips in a final embrace, saying, ‘I love&lt;br /&gt;
you;’ clinging in our thoughts to the moment, the certainty of being&lt;br /&gt;
together again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And later, on the phone, ‘Oh, I forgot to tell you…’ and, ‘I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
I did or did not do such and such.’ There was always time&lt;br /&gt;
to fill in the gaps, re-edit, to apologize, or to say it again…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alas, it was not like that that fateful morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you left for the last time, I was numb with fear, with dread,&lt;br /&gt;
consumed with practical household things; until the final shock&lt;br /&gt;
of the suddenly wholly expected…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember the time when I kissed your warm forehead, and later&lt;br /&gt;
when it was cold; and touched your hand when we lay side by side&lt;br /&gt;
on that last night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But when did I last say, ‘I love you?’ And you would reply, ‘I love&lt;br /&gt;
you.’ And I can hear your voice saying that – the stress on that last&lt;br /&gt;
word. I wanted to recite the poems you loved to hear: ‘The owl&lt;br /&gt;
and the pussy cat’ from Edward Lear… that you once recited to me&lt;br /&gt;
when I was in hospital in intensive care. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And there was no poignant deathbed scene: holding hands until&lt;br /&gt;
the gentle closing of your eyes…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was downstairs at the time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And the only voice to say, ‘Cut, we’ll take that scene again,’&lt;br /&gt;
is the voice in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But it was, ‘Cut and print.’ It was a wrap.  I am forever condemned&lt;br /&gt;
to rehearsing other scenes in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The tears came later; six months later.&lt;br /&gt;
But they came in the end… They are falling now&lt;br /&gt;
like spring rain on a numb heart barren with grief.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am learning; I am learning many things; that grief is not assuaged&lt;br /&gt;
with time; it is here to stay; it lurks in the heart; it is like a chronic&lt;br /&gt;
illness that one can only learn to live with.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only certainty is the precious price of loving you – a cross&lt;br /&gt;
that I gratefully bear: and the uncertainty of love [...]</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>I was dismayed to find myself dismayed the other day
that someone had laid a bowl of crocuses on your grave
in the place where I lay my Sunday flowers
usurping I thought the raw memory of my loss.
Yes, my loss and my memories belong to me [...]</itunes:subtitle>
<itunes:author>Roger Collis</itunes:author>
<itunes:keywords>Poetry</itunes:keywords>
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		<title>Foreplay</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/a-foreplay/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/a-foreplay/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:40:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Sex is for Strangers]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Foreplay
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/A-foreplay1.mp3&quot;&gt;Foreplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>Foreplay
</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>Lunch</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/sex-is-for-strangers-lunch/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/sex-is-for-strangers-lunch/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:35:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Sex is for Strangers]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Lunch
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Lunch.mp3&quot;&gt;Lunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>Lunch
</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>No Greater Love</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/sex-is-for-strangers-no-greater-love/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/12/02/sex-is-for-strangers-no-greater-love/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Sex is for Strangers]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://beta.rogercollis.co.uk/?p=440</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[No greater love
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/No-greate-love.mp3&quot;&gt;No greater love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>No greater love
</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>Demo Reel</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/11/15/demo-reel/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/11/15/demo-reel/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 16:32:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Voices]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Have a listen to samples of my many voices on my demo reel – and remember, if none of them suit you, I have others!.
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;Have a listen to samples of my many voices on my &lt;a href=&quot;http://rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/demo-reel.mp3&quot;&gt;demo reel&lt;/a&gt; – and remember, if none of them suit you, I have others!.&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>Have a listen to samples of my many voices on my demo reel – and remember, if none of them suit you, I have others!.
</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>The Anxiety Game</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/the-anxiety-game-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/the-anxiety-game-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Voices]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[BBC]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://rogercollis/?p=189</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[From all the games that managers play the most subtle and awarding is the anxiety game. As every executive knows the real purpose of communication in an organization is to generate and transfer anxiety.  When looking to climb the corporate ladder, which is most important, what you achieve or how you appear?
The Anxiety Game
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;From all the games that managers play the most subtle and awarding is the anxiety game. As every executive knows the real purpose of communication in an organization is to generate and transfer anxiety.  When looking to climb the corporate ladder, which is most important, what you achieve or how you appear?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/cassetteiv2.mp3&quot;&gt;The Anxiety Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>From all the games that managers play the most subtle and awarding is the anxiety game. As every executive knows the real purpose of communication in an organization is to generate and transfer anxiety.  When looking to climb the corporate ladder, [...]</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>Sooner or later the Executive has to give in</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/sooner-or-later-the-executive-has-to-give-in/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/sooner-or-later-the-executive-has-to-give-in/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:52:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Columns]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[BBC]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://rogercollis/?p=186</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Holidays are not always the happy historic institution that folk law and the tourist industry would like us to believe. Remove the day-to-day pressure of the office and a new kind of pressure takes place…holiday stress.
Sooner or later the Executive has to give in.
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;Holidays are not always the happy historic institution that folk law and the tourist industry would like us to believe. Remove the day-to-day pressure of the office and a new kind of pressure takes place…holiday stress.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/rc_collis_archive.mp3&quot;&gt;Sooner or later the Executive has to give in.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>Holidays are not always the happy historic institution that folk law and the tourist industry would like us to believe. Remove the day-to-day pressure of the office and a new kind of pressure takes place…holiday stress.
Sooner or later the [...]</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>Nightwings</title>
		<link>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/nightwings/</link>
		<comments>http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/2009/10/28/nightwings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:39:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Hawes</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Columns]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://rogercollis/?p=179</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Nightwings
]]></description>
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	<itunes:summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rogercollis.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Night-Wings1.mp3&quot;&gt;Nightwings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</itunes:summary>
<itunes:subtitle>Nightwings
</itunes:subtitle>
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