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Rain
Setting out for evening walk,dusk came early.Think it’s going to rain. “Nah, it’s only spitting.It’ll be ok.We’ll go anyway.” Wind gusts tear through the oaks.Fretting, churning, breakinglike great beach waves. “Ohwell,it’s not too bad,Hope it doesn’t get worse.” Cold streaking drops increase.Dense grey haze of wet air,between dark twisting trees. “This is bad,It’s too windy!Hood…
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On writing
Why do you write? I write because I read,and follow the ways.A script conveysso much over time and space. Mostly I take notesto help me rememberthings I’m learning,and lists to forget. (Stuff to do and getwhen consigned to a listclears thoughts stuckin recurring loops.) Recipes to followwhen I cook new foodsand keep in a collection.if…
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Joy
What brings you joy in life? It is a great gift and a mystery and one to be ready for. It can take you by surprise,be invoked by the smallest things. Then recalling the pleasure of it can last a lifetime. To experience joy makes life worth living, indeed seems like it is what it’s…
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Treasure
Somewhere in or around the small Icelandic town of Mosfellsbær lies buried a large hoard of silver coinage… treasure! Egill Skallagrímsson, was the anti-hero of a millennium old saga, and, as the story goes, an Icelandic berserker, sorcerer and poet who waged a blood-feud lasting many years against Viking King Eiríkr Bloodaxe and his Queen (Mother of Kings) Gunnhildr. On retiring he…
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Memory
My earliest memory is of sunlight and blueness under a kitchen table. The bright white light was transformed as it streamed in through a high window and gathered a blue haze about itself from cupboards and floor. I felt this small domain to be a calm and soothing place and my friend, a large black…
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Brave
To boldly go…! I am brave enough to split infinitives. I am brave enough to ask questions. Who am I? What am I going to do? Am I going to make it? I started writing this blog with the theme of Art in mind and as a consequence have taken a rather deep dive into…
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Blessing
On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze behind The grey window And the ghost of loss Gets in to you, May a flock of colours, Indigo, red, green, And azure blue, Come to awaken in you A…
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Seeing and Civilisation
Most of my writing endeavours so far have been on the subjects of Nature and Code the third main interest is Art. I have avoided this because the word Art itself is such a broad brush. Considering where to start I remembered watching John Berger’s Ways of Seeing TV series from the seventies. Also reading…
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Profile
Avatar creating again today, to make an image that’s a semblance, a guise. A profile picture in profile, an identity, an ai drawn self-portrait in virtual ink and smartphone paper. A selfie, and iconic logo. A form and aspect with a mode of appearance as a representation I find acceptable. Front-facing facade and mask. A…
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