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scarabeus aerial theatre
BE-LOVED costumes/images by belinda
BROADGATE CIRCLE, liverpool street
søren nielsen & willow vidal-hall
images of hauk pattison to come!!

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marriage

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grandad norman

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GOTHVOS (old-face)

the thought melts in my mouth, tantalise my taste buds
old faces, like old hands carry with them
the residue of all that has been seen and felt,
the wisdom of ages, touching the deepest knowing

i see here the quiet, patient, care that surrounds this small holding
and it reminds me of my grandfather
born in an age before  the car or tv and christened Norman
his name and life so particular to men of his generation
bears witness to the enduring resilience and stoicism
that survived TWO world wars and a crippling depression

‘ship shape and bristol fashion’ this plot of land is ordered and ready
like my bench as i prepare to speculate on paper
with its rows of sharpened pencils, marshalled for action
my granddad weeded, hoed and prepared his allotment
fostering a sense of calm, to offset the chaos created by growth

he ‘worked the land’ moulded, honed, and encouraged
inviting nature to conjure from the flat, waterlogged fens of cambridgeshire,
asters, chrysanthemums and statices, beautiful blooms to sell at market
poles apart from this olive grove in the sun baked croatian island of hvar

what they share is beyond time or place
a poignant humility, an ever changing dialogue that listens
then responds to the great limitless power of the universe
far from the deaf, dumb and blind dictates of profit and loss
that hold us hostage and diminish our spirit

 

a détournement
this stone was given me to situate in hvar
inscribed with the cornish word GOTHVOS
(GOTH: old  VOS: face, edge, showing- like the edge of a cliff shows the strata and the history)
wisdom, knowledge, information- literally translated as
old face)

http://jonathanpolkeast.blogspot.co.uk/p/godhvos-gothvos.html

http://yogainthecity.co.uk/retreats/

lenten lily

i thought these were christmas roses
BUT
mum tells me that they are in fact lenten lilies!
dark singed burgundy and aubergine
reflecting the passion of christ
overblown, nicotine stained
heavy with the weight of the world
this lily of lent
pregnant with the promise of atonement
makes room for the tight, bright buds of new growth
its familial resemblance to a christmas rose
links the birth of christ with his death at easter
my dad was born on christmas day and died on good friday
so these are for you dad
with love

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fear travels fast

love travels slower!!!!!!

the heart is expansive, light, embracing

it enjoys the  journey

a feather on the breath of the infinite

fear is a dagger thrown from a moving car

it wants to land,

a warm place to infect

with its constant craving

 

 

love this

sonnetXXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

read by maya anjelou on poetry please http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b054pfnc what a treat

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