tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852226972998695709.post7085366384217308012..comments2023-05-07T07:17:12.641-07:00Comments on Bernard's Boox, Poemz and Selected Write Inks: A DORSET TROUBADOUR WOULD SING OF PAUL BLACKBURNbernard hemensleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610843552326869416noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852226972998695709.post-27271395278434766492014-03-28T14:54:30.832-07:002014-03-28T14:54:30.832-07:00It is the friction / our continually rubbing-up ag...It is the friction / our continually rubbing-up against / this buffering away, that will reveal the new in which we are moment by moment, breath by breath, being reborn...and it is in this ,that those who are no longer visible are held in our hearts. This is all we have and it is the whole created world. It is enough..........love these linesJoanna Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15567530764439312488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852226972998695709.post-3653827715180041312012-03-11T18:43:47.439-07:002012-03-11T18:43:47.439-07:00Agree that i need to be more careful and exert rig...Agree that i need to be more careful and exert rigour rather than playfulness ....probably in all things....have never really acknowledged hierarchies of any distinction with the exception of yourself in regard to poetry etc....i remember also LEW WELCH getting slapped-down with his "BOSS POET" accolade to OLSON...so POINT TAKEN.<br><br>When the student is ready a master appears / when the master is ready a student will appear. Guess such things are done and dusted ? Uh oh...there's my playfulness....:-)....bernard hemensleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610843552326869416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852226972998695709.post-48521534334217337232012-03-11T16:25:15.991-07:002012-03-11T16:25:15.991-07:00Time to ditch all that family hierarchy, Bern. The...Time to ditch all that family hierarchy, Bern. There are universes of little families espec. you find now on the Web! And be careful with the 'boss' stuff! (Recall Edw Dahlberg to J Williams, "you persist in calling me teacher, so when will you begin acting like a student?")<br>Re- the poets' roads in Thornhill, Southampton : imagine my surprise & pleasure in 1966 when i discovered the mirror reflection in St Kilda & Elwood : i lived in Thackaray Street near Dickens & Mitford & Tennyson etc! Re- Hinkler : Aussie followers wld recall the connection with flyer Bert Hinkler. I think there's a museum in Queensland.collectedworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768731698615085925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852226972998695709.post-82642091363040610242012-03-10T20:23:46.868-08:002012-03-10T20:23:46.868-08:00as brother, Robin, refers to you = No.1...Of cours...as brother, Robin, refers to you = No.1...Of course you are in our little family universe. And i will always be toddling behind you, running up to the garden gate in Shelley Road - how apt that we lived our childhood in a suburb of Southampton, where all the road names were after poets = BROWNING avenue, BYRON road, CHAUCER road, COWPER road, Burns road...But they renamed TENNYSON. Changed it to FARRINGFORD = less of an intrusion to the new-build estate that ousted the gypsey caravans and camp from our fieds of the old HINKLER ESTATE. i still can remember the beautiful PADDY HINKLER - Aunty Lydia would take me to the big house now and then for tea. i must've been 5 or 6 ? and she in the full bloom of youthful womanliness and beauty, even to my young eyes, heart and mind, was a GODDESS. Do you remember, KRIS, she gave you LEO, the lion, and me a black bakeolite model car...i digress, i am at the gate in Shelley Rosd. i look "OVER THE GATE", i look up at the heavens and am awed by the faraway stars. NOT SO tonight....i may be No.2, in Robin's eyes and in who knows eyes. AND who cares ? - But you are THE BOSS....thanx for beautiful comment. Xbernard hemensleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610843552326869416noreply@blogger.com