John Biccard
Interests:
Books, gardening, sailing, horse riding and classical music - Mozart, Beethoven, Corelli, Handel.
Favorite books:
Physics, cosmology and the perennial philosophy.
Favorite Authors:
Shakespeare, William Blake, Jane Austen, P.G. Wodehouse, Lewis Carroll.
Born in Cape Town. School - Diocesan College (Bishops). Graduated at University of Cape Town. Taught for 3 years at a private school. Then invited as a guest to sail around the Mediterranean on a yacht. Collected BMW motorcycle in Valencia and traveled extensively around Europe, the Greek islands and the Middle East including Syria, Lebanon and Egypt. Returned to Cape Town and joined the editorial department of Oxford University Press in Cape Town for 3 years. He then went to live on the Greek island of Patmos to write poetry. On returning to Cape Town became an artist and went to live on a beautiful wine farm in Stellenbosch. Then returned to Cape Town to live in Clifton above the famous Clifton beaches. He now lives in the Great Karoo in the Western Cape with his two much loved horses, Chumly and Darcy and two resident Cape Eagle owls Owlbert and Victoria. He is currently writing more stories.
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“Wonderland with all its palaces can be yours as well as Alice’s.”
“Birds of prey and fierce piranha enter not into Nirvana, where are neither thorns nor nettles, only soft and fragrant petals.”
“Sufi, the magus’s camel,was a remarkable mammal, as at home in a busy bazaar as alone on a dune with a star.”
“Rams are taught that thoughts are thickets. Get your horns caught and it’s tickets.”
“Broody hens are sitting ducks. Moody wrens are big dumbclucks.”
“Balls in bells, nuts in shells, magic in spells, wishes in wells.”
“Get out of bed to a good start with a cool head and a warm heart.”
“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.”
“Days of gaiety – rays of deity. Infinite joy – eternal boy.”