4 ONE MORNING

1

of

good cheer -

pure prayer

&

the radio on

2

a spare moment -

questioning

heaven & earth

3

no slackness -

just

nothing required

4

empty bowl - 

getting-on

with it

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End of November 2013

 

 

 



TOWARDS A CLASSIFICATION OF BIRDS

(1)

Bird's way -

to sing

for all

it's worth

every day

 

(2)

Bird's song -

rooted

in

the garden's

architecture

 

(3)

Bird's singing -

adds dimension

to both

branch & bush

 

(4)

Bird's concerns -

not

what you

might imagine

 

(5)

Bird's chapel -

an amalgam

of

sun  stars

moon & cloud

 

(6)

Bird's fragrance -

like 
that

of

a rose

 

(7)

Bird's imagination -

allowed it

to fly

away

(8)
Bird's dreams -
often
walking
on the moon

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Playing with a poem & foto from 1980

AH YES
What 
interests
me
is flow -
not like
a river
that
flows
by itself
more like
the next
link in
the chain
round
your neck -
silver
links
as i
go along.
They said
you were
beautiful.
i
had not
seen/
was not
looking
for it.

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

the evening of

thursday the fourteenth

of November

2013

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A METAPHOR

Today, i gave-up sugar...not that there was so much of it to give-up!
My older brother, on hearing, from time-to-time that i'm gonna give-up alcohol, says = "There's nothing to give-up!"... in-as-much-as, i consume so little of it in the first place.
BUT...to give-up SUGAR! Is that possible? Where would one still find sweetness? But it's no good clinging to that over-processed, ultra-refined, beautifully packaged, or latest, wonderful, artificial substitute that one just cannot do without. No good clinging, period......JUST BREATHE - YOU ARE ALIVE......
There is nectar in hearing the rain beating on the conservatory roof tonight. Do not look for sugar or sweetness outside of yourself. 
i remember the Egyptian proverb my mother often used to quote to me = "OM YUSSULL, YOM BUSSULL" = One day honey, one day onions.
The sweet nectars will come and go......The rain stops and starts......
Golden GOJI Hermitage
22.38hrs
13/11/2013
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NIGHT SWIMMING @ DYFFRYN 1968

Drove up the coast
leaving the estuary
@ BONTDDU
for the dunes
& the sea
@ DYFFRYN

Under shadow
of HARLECH
we gazed
@ shooting stars
& danced
in phosphorescence

Driven by whisky
laced with coffee
our fires flared
in those soft-skinned
mid-night waters

& MAGGIE
flies
like a bird

she
flew
like a bird.

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(Written in the early hours, Golden GOJI Hermitage, following a "chat" with JOANNA WALKDEN HARRIS in Melbourne, Australia.19/10/2013)

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IN AND OUT OF SLEEP the radio like a lullaby during the night and this early morning. My throat is parched and sore and i rise for water and fresh lemon to ease my croak... rising again with sweet music in my ears and descending the stairs i walk in the balmy-aired night garden...no moon no stars. Awakening for a third time i hear a radio commentator talking about SEAMUS HEANEY who like a Zen Master "wrote" a death poem minutes before he died for his wife i believe = NO NEED TO WORRY...DON'T BE AFRAID........ i would love to soundly sleep now listening to "the sounds of rain",,,,,,

5 aye em...Golden GOJI Hermitage - 5/October/2013

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A man of my acquaintance was completely non-plussed as to why i would be going by bus to West Bay earlier this afternoon. "All the pubs will be closed by the time you get there!" he said...He was wrong. But i did not go for the beer. The attraction, for me, was DAVID INSHAW'S "recent paintings" at SLADER'S YARD. Unfortunately, the short time i spent there, was about the time it would take to have a quick half-pint...But it would be Real English Ale at Slader's today!... The "OAK TREE" (oil on canvas, 36 x 38 inches, 2011 @ £30,000) caught my eye...the jagged lightning balanced by upward, forked and bare branches... And a limited edition print of "THE CRICKET GAME III" will always be a favourite..."Fuck off and don't come back" had an amusing storyline behind it, said one of the two painters i chatted to at the gallery = domestic drama = naked figures, a priappic figure and birds conflagrating in a night garden...i couldn't help but think of Maurice Sendak. Anyway, what with talking far too much... was it permissible to take fotos etc ...i would be in danger of missing my bus home...i only had just short of an hour available...i will be back for a full drinking session of this very English brew at Slader's Yard very soon...i hope.......

 

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6.30pm

Golden GOJI Hermitage

WEYMOUTH

1st/October/2013

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