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gertrude stein has secured her place in literature with "a rose is a rose is a rose". What then, may i propose, the morning after, about a rose?...those rosy hues & blues...over water...at home and in town as the sun comes up in weymouth...

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A ROSE
IS A ROSE
IS A ROSE
(on the morning of the first of august, twenty-twelve)
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from "a room in goldcroft"...@ golden goji hermitage...

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A DIET OF MILK AND HONEY

After a gap of about 50 years, i return to the sort of diet my mother gave me as a child. i did not do this consciously. Following a morning of exclusively fresh fruit and water, i found myself craving a "plain" vegetable soup. And it was while coarsely chopping the vegetables, that i thought of my dear mother - always in a hurry to prepare meals etc, etc, for her 4 children, born in the space of 10 years. How she would worry if her period was late !! We shared this anxiety with her - at least, i know i did. My parents did want to raise a family - but there was no planning. And the doctor-cousins of my mum, considered that too many children were thrust upon her small frame, at too young an age and with unwanted regularity. Ah well, it was not so bad - tho we struggled financially during the fifties. We managed with mum's economical and thrifty BUT healthy cooking, aided by my father's "Diet Reform" ideas. Not exclusively vegetarian, but pretty damned near !…

i'm in the night-garden...let sleeping cat lie...

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taken tonight - 19th july 2012 - circa 21.30hrs.
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MY MOTHER PHOTOGRAPHED W/ FRIEND, 1935

"Little Mum"
is what "We"
called you
and there 
you are
11 years old
in full swimsuit
w/ your friend
Suzanne Kranze
in just her pants
at whose home
you dined
on rice and
grated cheese
&
forever-and-a-day
would eat 
only that
vegetarian food
AH, LA DOLCE FARNIENTE !
"Hello and goodbye."

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17/ july/ 2012

AFTER MODIGLIANI

i warm to your long neck & dark eyes your flesh is pale & sensitive as if in chill reaction to having quickly undone buttons & bows until you are the artist's "seated nude."                   * * *  13/ july/ 2012

A GESTURE / p.s. - MU...

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A GESTURE
flowers from the field on my mother's shrine - i leave them in the vase until they are fully spent.
* to the memory of my mother : BERTHE TAWA : 26.viii.2010
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P.S.- MU...



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P.P.S - 27 Sept. 2012

July's flowers still in place - dried-up... no water left in vase to rehydrate... dead to the world...but still a part of the scenery...day in, day out... *  *  *

BLUEBERRY MEDITATION

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On bus, back from DORCHESTER, home to WEYMOUTH, i took it upon (my)self to eat my punnet of BLUEBERRIES, mindfully. Decided to eat them one-at-a-time and count them as i did so. Just as in counting breaths in zazen practice, it was so easy to lose count. Except, that instead of just counting from 1 to 10, i counted on and on. i wanted to know how many blueberries were in a punnet weighing 150gms! Hmmm, not really in the spirit of Zen - there should be no goal...no accomplishment...just sit...just breathe...this present moment, this wonderful moment.... i think i lost  the count 3 times. And because i did have a goal in mind, i kept going at what i thought was the correct place. On reflection, it would have been better to have just started at "1" again... The final tally, however inaccurate, was 127. i only ate 126! i dropped the last blueberry...was obviously NOT being mindfull! Ah well, i will continue with this new practice of BLUEBERRY MEDITATION on my peregrinations around …