sitting here, before the fire, while SPELT dough proves. house temp. doesn't warrant heating but the yeasted bread-making does. LANA sings to me from the corner stereo-player : the young diva who has currently ousted ADELE in my attentions. beside me, on sofa, is my shoulder-bag and my swag of birthday books from KRIS (and his COLLECTED WORKS BOOKSHOP) in Melbourne. There's a glow from the red, fleecy throw, draped over backrest, that rivals gas-fire....i pick-up ROBYN ROWLAND'S book = "THIS ROAD" (Picaro Press -March 2007 - Wagtail-63). my eye alights immediately on the very first poem - no further than the title,in fact = "PERVERSE SERENITY". and it stays my mind/catches my mood.
i live in Dorset.and am amazingly settled and content to be here at the moment. is there serenity in being here? are we defined by where we are? is a serenity that is dominated by environs a type of escape from reality - a perversity? i am very aware, that for many years, i have been sustained by things that are not of Dorset, and are not even of being in this house, until lately. i had links around the world, but precious few, and certainly none meaningful outside of family, locally. i was fortunate to have been sustained, in the main by KRIS, who ploughed a sustained and deep furrow from OZ to the UK & the family in Dorset, since the mid 80's when "we" moved here from Southampton. it was his delight to throw himself into "our " Dorset life / or into one of the many blackberry bushes that line the little lanes and paths around Radipole & Chafeys (my meditation path) AND the path leading to St.Catherine's at Abbotsbury. He says he does not live in Melbourne but inside his head. for my part, the proposition of being where one lives, is overridden by where one is in one's head.
the BUDDHISTS say = ALL IS MIND. i agree. YUP! ALL MIND. ALL MINED. ALL MINE. DORSET ON MY MIND. DORSET IN MY MIND.....(the risen dough became the well-baked bread...)
....now i can enjoy the feast of all that arises in my mind....
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I must tell Robyn about yr rave out of her book title! That's a moving acknowledgement you make to me, thank you. A happy task, of course, happy as it was necessary. The Dorset i brought back abounded in Powys family. Rambling in Dorset landscape was w/ful, still is. And Weymouth was base for my forays into England & Scotland, as far as Oban & Iona, but especially the whole West Country. What a dreamtime! And continues : last April's quick visit wch included Cathy's five days is still v much in my mind. Unintended segue : my comment abt not living in Melbourne but in my head isnt a repudiation of this place at all. Melbourne is also in my mind! No, but i live most fully in my home where i can put it all together : the vast distance from England for example, my unfinished business with English & American poetry, my English family & friends. I emerge from my Westgarth cottage each day with all this history &, importantly, potential upon me. I walk through Melbourne and walk Melbourne through my dream! Which might also be what youre saying!
ReplyDeleteYes, i only looked at aspect of mind = your saying that you live in your head. you have also said to me,at one time, how Melbourne was in premier position, as World's most liveable city, and how much it offers you....AND i'm amazed at the seemingly vibrant poetry community you enjoy in OZ, especially in Melbourne....but i say that as a distant observer....only in touch on phone 2 or 3 times a day ! no one believes me when i tell 'em ! "what do you find to talk about?" i am asked..... I GUESS IT IS ALL OF THIS. THIS AND THIS AND THIS...we are each the longest lasting relationship in each others lives....and we're still talking/chattering like the two naughty little monkeys = NAWNAW & NINI.....
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