FIRST PLUM BLOSSOMS @ Golden GOJI Hermitage

thru kitchen window

magpie

in neighbour's tree

making a fuss

draws first plum blossom

to my attention

too high to go inside

we linger together

in the garden.

(26 / feb / 2012)

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IN AN EMPTY BOWL/ZEN ARTWORX #1

CHILLI KETCHUP SQUEEZED WITH FLOURISH INTO EMPTY DENBY BOWL.

EVENING OF THE 23RD FEBRUARY 2012..

DINNER WAS SOON SERVED.

ORGANIC STEAMED VEGETABLES.

POTATOES, CARROTS, KALE, CAULIFLOWER & BROCCOLI.

VEGAN DIET. ABOUT 50/50 RAW AND COOKED.

WE LIVE IN A COLD CLIMATE.

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KWAN YIN'S BLOSSOMS IN WEYMOUTH

SUDDENLY,"MY" HANDS ARE MY FATHER'S HANDS ON

EARLY -MORNING-BUS-SEAT-RAIL-BEFORE-ME.

HANDS THAT HELD ME,THAT DID NOT KNOW THEIR OWN FATHER'S HANDS

THAT SAVED ME FROM MY BABY-TEARS-AND-FEARS

AT THE END OF THE ORCHARD UNDER BLOSSOMS.

AND THE SOFT-SLIPPERED LITTLE-LADY

CLUTCHED AT "MY" HANDS WITH MY MOTHER'S HANDS

AS I STEADIED HER HOME ONE NIGHT

WITH HER PAINTED NAILS AND RINGS ON HER FINGERS AND BELLS ON HER TOES,"HE SHALL HAVE MUSIC WHEREVER HE GOES" MY MOTHER SANG UNDER BLOSSOMS.

AND MOTHERS ARE MOTHERS, OH! WHERE DO THEY GO? WHERE DO THEY GO?

THESE HANDS ARE TO HAND-OUT

AND HOLD-OUT

AND HANG-ON-TO.

AN OFFERING OF

OUR HELPING HEARTS

UNDER BLOSSOMS.

(winter 2011/2012

written on the road

around Weymouth)

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ON WEYMOUTH'S SANDS IN FEBRUARY for Kris

Jerry Cobbold speaks on page 329 of WEYMOUTH SANDS (John Cowper Powys - The Overlook Press 1999) = "Your baboon's arse may be an Aurora Borealis..." And this morning on the beach @ Weymouth i see the universe in a gram of sand, a sea-weed, a playful dog, a plastic bag, a Ben Nicholson painting, driftwood, foot and paw prints, a moustache....

And at end of walk and musings, i find No.1 for No1. Appropriate that these things come to my mind looking thru his eyes from our Hemensley family home in Weymouth, in Dorset. "Have a base and be mobile," is what he has advised for years. Happy now, to be based in the county of Thomas Hardy, William Barnes & The Powys Family.

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BIKING FROM BEACH/RACING 'ROUND RADIPOLE

Sunday morning.Out early to beach. Great big,blue sky.The sea as quiet as a millpond.This is the JURRASSIC RIVIERA ! Cycled from the front, on path around Radipole Lake as fast as i could, taking fotos with the right hand, and left hand covering the brake. i was o.k., not many out between 7 and 8a.m. And of those, who got up at 4a.m. to start day with yoga ?In being up so many hours, there is time for everything. No clamour or anxiety to actually DO anything. Nothing to achieve. Nowhere to get to. We already arrive every moment ,wherever we are. What's more, eager to get up in morning and love going to bed at night. About average of 18 hours a day to play with. Need some Gopis. Need a flute. Need for nothing....



Maybe i'll be trick-cyclist ! People tell me i should wear helmet. Remember 1968,with Phil, on the back of his motorbike, me wearing no helmet (it wasn't the law in those days), a pair of shorts, a shirt, a black lambswool cossack hat, and nothing on my feet - riding from Barmouth to swim off  the sand-dunes at Dyffryn when he didn't have his girl-friend with him. On our way back, leaning into and around the bends, Phil turns and laughingly says -" that was close, i almost hit my head on the rock face !"...then still on adrenaline we get to the "S" bend where at the top you can see a good way along the road ,and if clear, you can go fast, up and down into the dip, more-or-less in a straight line. Crazy stuff, thinking back. My first time away from home. 20 years old. It's that feeling i have right now...i still sing "Groovin" by the YOUNG RASCALS, but my big song at present goes like this = WILL YOU STILL NEED ME, WILL YOU STILL FEED ME, WHEN I'M 64. But i'm forgetting, ADELE, JESSIE J, AND LANA DEL RAY....forever young (BOB DYLAN)

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BRIDPORT HO ! TO MARKET,TO MARKET....

Oh no,

i've said

TOO MUCH -

I HAVEN'T SAID ENOUGH.......

BARTER : BREAD FOR POETRY

Left for THE PHOENIX & AIDAN CHAPMAN just after 6am.Down Goldcroft to THE ROCK,turn left towards town, thru subway, inner harbour... and walking and jogging, get to KING'S STATUE and THE PHOENIX. Aidan's "shift" started y'day evening (friday), will be finished around 9am, then home to BRIDPORT. i collect the promised organic rye sourdough and make for the sea-front = always on the lookout for a photo opportunity. and the sun has yet to rise into the sky.[had already given Aidan copy of my latest = "THE THOMAS HARDY POEMS" = as my part of barter.this is what i prefer as business practice].

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