I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is
so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because
there has never been an era when so many things
were going so right for so many of the wrong
persons.
Now through the grating of my cell
I look up at a strip of autumn sky
And often, chalked across the blue,
There’s a vapour trail,
A vapour trail…
And then, I don’t know why,
I start to think…
The Place for No Story by Robinson Jeffers
The coast hills at Sovranes Creek;
No trees, but dark scant pasture drawn thin
Over rock shaped like flame;
The old ocean at the land’s foot, the vast
Gray extension beyond the long white violence;
A herd of cows and the bull
Far distant, hardly apparent up the dark slope;
And the gray air haunted with hawks:
This place is the noblest thing I have ever seen. No imaginable
Human presence here could do anything
But dilute the lonely self-watchful passion.Photo: Edward Weston, 1933
A Fence
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble
and all vagabonds and hungry men and all wandering
children looking for a place to play.
Passing through the bars and over the steel points will go
nothing except Death and the Rain and To-morrow.—- Carl Sandburg
that’s when poetry seems to work best, when it takes in your dreaming mind, your intellect and the physical body. The best work in any field of art seems to work on that basis because it is a model of how humans truly think.”
I stand neither in the wilderness
nor fairyland,
but in the fold
of a green hill,
the tilt from one parish
into another.
To look at me
through a smirr of rain
is to taste the iron
in your own blood;
because I bear
the common currency
of longing: each wish
each secret visitation.
My limbs…
I crap on about music, mainly - at Mountain7.co.uk. This, or so goes the intention, is for collecting links and interesting stuff that I may find whilst pleutering in the damp corners of the internet. You can also find me on Twitter, and Last.fm.
I'm also part of new experimental music website. The Liminal.
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