FRANCO INTRODUCED ME

to andiamo

signing-off his letters

so often in that way

giving me that italian tongue...

that beautiful sound...

andiamo, andiamo...

let's be going, let's be going.

on Bridport bus today

i "find" a beautiful, italian word, once again...

angiornata...

a n g i o r n a t a...

all in a day's work...

ALL IN A DAY'S WORK.

i attend to such things

moreso these days

and to my breath...

words and breathings

united in the day's work.

So, andiamo, andiamo...

let's be going/getting-on with it

see ya later, franco,

at the end of all this work

of breath and words

that grapple with the great matter...

A N G I O R N A T A...

A N D I A M O.........a n d i a m o.

7/8 april / 2012
bernard hemensley

untitled - circa 3 a.m. - bernard hemensley

i)

at this distance
nobody knows
how or why

ii0

a vision
to deal with
this presence

iii)

explanation
or
deceptive puzzle?

iv)

nothing -
wisdom meanders
subsides

v)

my wakefulness
lost
in the air

vi)

regarding other -
a rushing death

vii)

strange creasings -
my arm
& breast

viii)

special meaning
undertaken
by limbs

ix)

just this
just this
a version
of delight

x)
beauty of truth
a possible
outcome.

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AN OLD ROMANTIC - bernard hemensley

glow thru early-morning frosted sky-light
no other point to moon being there
while buddha sleeps

Golden GOJI Hermitage - 6 / april / 2012

                                                                                  

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A FEAST OF BERRYS' for Carole Leslie

My brother, Kris, thrills to throwing himself into blackberry bushes, whenever he is in England, visiting from Melbourne, leaving his beloved COLLECTED WORKS. He does not so much as throw himself literally, moreso, he trusts the BERRYBUSH to support him...as does poetry. Poetry has been a life-support system for so many of us, tho i am pushing it, to say it sustained me for the last 30 years. i should have TRUSTED...but i didn't ....not wholly/not truly. There was always a thread of poetry running thru these years, that i somehow maintained thru my publishing effort; collecting books - notably BLACK SPARROW PRESS  - directly from JOHN MARTIN, to whom i give the occasional phone-call in Santa Rosa - he still checks-in to the office !! ; and great correspondences with MARILYN KITCHELL (Salt-Works Press) & MICHAEL TARACHOW (Pentagram Press) - but where are they now ? Casualties of POETRY  or worse ? i am getting off the subject that i never, in fact, started = WENDELL BERRY - and i am not going to now !!! JUST TO SAY, CAROLE LESLIE...that these fotos are for you, as follow-up to your facebook post of that beautiful poem of WENDELL'S from SABBATHS. It is poems like these that remind us that poetry is a sustainment in our lives. i should trust myself, like Kris, and throw myself into the BERRYBUSH of life. (4 april 2012 - golden goji hermitage)

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i am curious : yellow - 04/04/2012

hermitage / hidden / harbour / home....

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sandsfoot : castle & crow : sunrise

(i)

(ii)

(iii)

(iv)

(v) ....for my mum (april 3rd)

(vi)....for k.h. and t.h.

(who both love/d 'em)

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SONGS OF A SUMMER NIGHT #1

I TURN (THE RADIO) ON

SUMMER-STUDIO-SLEEP-OVER

GREAT COMPASSION FOR TENDER BODY FEELINGS

SISTER SAYS - LIKE ACID @ PLAY

...JUST WOULD NOT KNOW.

REMINDS ME OF BONTDDU, 1968 :

&

american sue

maggie

paul hesp

phil coombes &

his motorcycle -

night-swimming @ dyffryn

nr. harlech

& the phosphorescence in the water

around maggie's thighs....

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