me or the site... me 63 father of three girls 22/19/16 two boys...one dead(1981)one surrogate(happily alive 10) social work (till 2001 nervous breakdown...more later..) factories labs bands artist photographer
Tuesday 31 May 2011
Monday 23 May 2011
so...the rain slides down the windows
and catches all the flat chill sentiments in the world
and focus's them over us, but today this tiny sepulchral slither shines
unawares the spinning motion we make every day
power something else...
another form of energy somewhere else...
in some other aspect of space....
the life that we live but don't know...
some years ago I spent some months living in and (working from) the Schoenstatt retreat under the Campsie hills outside Glasgow walking through the grounds at night the long low chain of hills seemed to be a giant dragon sleeping, brooding challenging me with its ancient ageless wisdom..."Who are you" its seems to emanate "to wander thus and disturb my slumber with your unquiet thoughts and and fervent anxiety" and I the descendant of slime and creatures past rose up not to be daunted and said to the sleeping creature we both have lived long in various manifestations in this time frame and if I am unquiet there is reason enough, I will not be gainsaid in what I think but equally I have no wish to disturb you, for that I am sorry but I shall offer no apologies for my thought to you or any other creature...and for the briefest millisecond seemed to be aware of how and with what long travel I came to be there....a humbling chastening and enervating experienceSunday 22 May 2011
Tuesday 3 May 2011
On sunny weather...
Another bright morning...this begins to feel like 1994 when over here in Scotland the weather turned fine in April and basically lasted (in the same vein) till August...
and as such it has moved the spirit...to be warmed and allowed to breathe in the summer light and
(for as the daffodils die so ends spring) be free...
free to contemplate that which is beyond necessity...
and beyond that yearning sea's tidal reach
like plastic bottles littering the shore line
in the last last episode of Kenneth Clarke's Civilisation
we perceive the Fallacies of Hope..
aging as I am the series reminds me
with what awe and hunger I viewed it
as a young naive, bright and hopeful man
and now the passage of time reminds and carves deep into my soul
the savage seconds that mark life's passing...
the transitory stages of our expectation and understanding
and as such it has moved the spirit...to be warmed and allowed to breathe in the summer light and
(for as the daffodils die so ends spring) be free...
free to contemplate that which is beyond necessity...
and beyond that yearning sea's tidal reach
like plastic bottles littering the shore line
in the last last episode of Kenneth Clarke's Civilisation
we perceive the Fallacies of Hope..
aging as I am the series reminds me
with what awe and hunger I viewed it
as a young naive, bright and hopeful man
and now the passage of time reminds and carves deep into my soul
the savage seconds that mark life's passing...
the transitory stages of our expectation and understanding
Suns shining..been sleeping ready (just) for work tonight..my last shift for about a week...
time for a coffee and some grub..
a bath and pottering. Checked the specification on the tire wall(need to replace the two rear tyres...)
to check online for replacements..
Today Beatrice Hendry( who's brilliant first RSC exhibition opened on Friday) ran in the London marathon...
Her father (who died e few years back)would have been so proud of his daughter...Barry was the drummer in our band(sweet blindness)...He died on a walkway beside a canal in Leicestershire near where the battle of Bosworth was fought(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_bosworth) He died alone with only his dog Wallace to witness his agonised passing...those who knew accept that while life remains and is a wonder and our truest pleasure its experience is immeasurably diminished by the mans death...At his funeral just about everyone in that packed ancient church believed they had lost their best friend....
time for a coffee and some grub..
a bath and pottering. Checked the specification on the tire wall(need to replace the two rear tyres...)
to check online for replacements..
Today Beatrice Hendry( who's brilliant first RSC exhibition opened on Friday) ran in the London marathon...
Her father (who died e few years back)would have been so proud of his daughter...Barry was the drummer in our band(sweet blindness)...He died on a walkway beside a canal in Leicestershire near where the battle of Bosworth was fought(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_bosworth) He died alone with only his dog Wallace to witness his agonised passing...those who knew accept that while life remains and is a wonder and our truest pleasure its experience is immeasurably diminished by the mans death...At his funeral just about everyone in that packed ancient church believed they had lost their best friend....
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