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DO(UGH)GEN : NEWSFLASH

"We" are fortunate to have found - in an old bread-bin -  "INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE FAKER-BAKER". DO(UGH)GEN, as you may well be aware, kneaded to know the TRUTH from an early age. This essay is believed to be from his long-lost work = SHOBOTENZO - thought to have been written in China. While we are not - due to copyright reasons - allowed to reproduce this, the elements are as follows :- BAKE JUST TO BAKE. MAKE BREAD IN A ROOM THAT IS WARM IN WINTER, COOL IN SUMMER. EARLY MORNING IS BEST. SI(F)T QUIETLY. DO NOT TAKE A RISE OUT OF FELLOW BAKERS. RESIST THE KNEAD TO TWIRL A FLOUR. DO NOT GO OFF HALF-BAKED. KNEADING (TO KNOW THE TRUTH) IS ESSENTIAL. * * *
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4 POEMS : i.m. Berthe Tawa

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THE BREEZE THRU THE TREES - Golden GOGI Films

* @ 03.00 hours - looking thru window... from a room full of dancing leaves... thru tree... across road... to the streetlight beyond...and the radio's on... *

IN THE "SECRET ROOM"/"EAGLE'S NEST" for KH....Early evening...there were lots of birds scudding across the sky and everything was perfick...JUST PERFICK...

Photos taken at around 7pm...Golden GOJI Hermitage...the temperature, after a sunny afternoon was about perfick...there's no place like home.
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BREATH PERMITTING

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It was a most salubrious MAY day, in LYME REGIS, walking wiv ve bruvvers, alongside CANDY-COLOURED CABINS with the beach on our left and THE COBB curving-out into LYME BAY...(part of KH.'s DORSET JOURNEY : 2013)...

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OVER THE GATE : 7 POEMS : 2013

1. time to sit to look out the window listen to music & read other people's poems. 2. back to the view but good to know it is there at a turn the sweep of the bay the fort the island & an ear for the music. 3. leaves fell & my girl spoke of "acorn trees" would that we were beating the bounds with willow wands & turning stones we turned on bands of coloured flax. 4. over a flat roof the crackling pitch and melody of "bricc fair" a phonograph shadows and bicycles hoeing the land gentle furrows the table in half-light an evening awash over stones. 5. ribbons (1) hop-scotch & long shadows of her across tarmac stoops to pull at socks ribbons fall pattern of held hair