Thursday, 28 March 2013

VIOLETS AT RADIPOLE LAKE

Alongside one of RADIPOLE's many paths, is a place where violets grow. They appear late-winter as a sort-of harbinger of "our" spring. LATE-WINTER/EARLY-SPRING are rather blurry terms these days. In FEBRARY "we" thought SPRING had come, only to be plunged into COLD-WINTER as EASTER and APRIL arrive together this year. And COLD is forecast until the END of APRIL! Beware, you visitors to "our" shores from the antipodes!
My father, dead, seven years now, would love to see these VIOLETS, on his walks. AND now, i go in his stead and remember.
i have a feeling i will be too late to see 'em this year however. Far too late! Seems like a forlorn expectation. Plenty of narcissi...plenty of 'em...
 
 
......I do not see the violets. i look as i progress along the path towards the spot. I LOOK. Then I do see 'em. Just a few, clinging-on for me. They are there. THEY ARE THERE STILL....


 
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THE HEATHWOOD VARIATIONS

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(Heathwood Road 28 March 2013)
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Wednesday, 27 March 2013

STINGY ARTIST NEW YEAR GREETINGS 2011 - 2 POEMS

TWIGS
TRIMMINGS
WINTER-WOOD
FROM
CHERRY
BLOSSOMING
STILL
ON
COMPOST
HEAP
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STILL
BEAUTIFUL
STILL
FLOWERING
FLEA-BITTEN
ROSE
ON
A
SINGLE
STEM
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Tuesday, 26 March 2013

i wanted to write a poem : my 200th blogpost

thru & thru & thru

1)
Rain & rain & rain
thru cold late-winter nights
bursting with intensity
as if on a
hot tin roof
decibels that
comfort and ignite.

2)
Give sleep the elbow
the blacker the night the better
the night
just one stud
in Orion's belt
thru slow-moving cloud.

3)
Lights & candles at bay
my voodoo chile
thru a blur of rain
forget your breath
& tumble out of bed.
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(Golden GOJI Hermitage - 26 march 2013)
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Sunday, 24 March 2013

AUTOBIOGRAPHY : SEVEN

SEVEN.
Nado : Alexandria
NADO
 
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SIPPA & NADO
 
 
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY : SIX

SIX.
I had a baby-language, especially in Egypt, all of my own. Some of the words were as follows :
BERNARD = NADO
CHRISTOPHER = SIPPA
MUMMY = MEMMA
TOMATO = MAATO
CUCUMBER = KEMBA
I do not know how I got-on with the Arabic and French that was spoken but I was always calling-out "memma, memma", imploring my mother to rescue me from the many arms of relatives and strangers, who wanted to kiss and hug the little blonde "baby" - a rarity in the Middle-East.
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY : FIVE

FIVE.
i was the second of four children, born out of the union of an Egyptian Mummy and a Yogi who wanted to build a boat and sail around the world. In 1949 i was taken, with my older brother (Christopher b.1946), to the Land of the Pharoahs, by boat. i lived in Egypt for about two-and-a-half years. i remember very little. i remember large, square, green floor tiles in a huge room, while standing under a shower with Christopher, in a big white bath. i remember mauve and yellow gauze that was used to dress my burns when i fell on a primus stove. i remember sitting on a bench at a wooden table in a little, dark  room with sun streaming-in through a high, small window and drinking a red cordial through two straws. And i remember sugar-cane, munching and crunching at the strands and fibres to extract the sweet juice. i don't actually remember anything else. i do not remember being terrified of the hoards of little crabs at Stanley Bay beach... OR of being led by the hand by Christopher into the water, which was up to our necks before we were rescued... NOR do i remember being given a swing by my Uncle Cesar, dislocating one of my arms at the shoulder joint in the process. Would one want that memory?  Anyway, we returned to England on "The Empire Windrush" in 1952... and I've not left these shores since!
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY : FOUR

1948 : 3 photographs
 
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Saturday, 23 March 2013

AUTOBIOGRAPHY : THREE

THREE.
My mother entered me in a "Beautiful Baby" competition at the local summer fete. I was six months old. The judges, failing to notice the crusty cradle-cap,under my neatly arranged, fair hair, awarded me first prize! "You were so beautiful, you should have been the girl of the family," my aunt would say in later years. And also that, "Your mother was so happy, anyone would think SHE had won first prize."
Well, in a way, my mother had. And she took me to a photographic studio in town, to record the occasion.
My mother also wrote to Margaret Brady of "HEALTH FOR ALL" magazine at this time, for a remedy for the cradle-cap. Almond milk was suggested as an alternative to regular feeds - maybe the breast milk was too rich for me...and to drink a lot of water before breastfeeding...and not to drink milk herself at this time. It worked.
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY : ONE & TWO

ONE.
I like it that my date-of-birth resembles an arithmetical progression. It's easy to remember. ONE. TWO. FOUR. EIGHT. = 1st February 1948 = 1/2/48.

TWO.
The day i was born, in Peartree Nursing Home, Bitterne, three thousand miles away, my cousin, Rosy, was being born in Alexandria. I've always liked it that i have a twin cousin. We now live ten thousand miles apart. i would have last seen her in 1952 - sixty-one years ago! Occasionally i get some news.
 
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(to be continued)

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