My kitchen s(h)elf - (fr Helen Bansemer)

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Raining. Autumnal. But we've had a valid summer in England. i think of moving away from a propensity of raw plant foods  (more raw in summer), to something more warming  (more cooked in winter) = MISO. Helen Bansemer, on facebook, put miso into my head, earlier today.

i feel like putting-in an order to my favourite SOUTH RIVER MISO COMPANY in Vermont. i  love their miso to the extent that i have never  thrown away even a single jar when empty. It is the best, organic, chunky, unpasteurised miso ever! And with the summer heat going  and cooler autumn approaching, the company will begin shipping again. Ferment plus too much warmth = gas and possible explosions during transit!!! So, no shipping in summer.

i like 4 seasons. i do not, now, seek a warmer climate, for a home. Dorset will do me. And the middle way will do me for when i look at my 
s(h)elf. In the kitchen, you can begin to cook your life - What you eat, is what you are...

i go to my kitchen s(h)elf and pull some books for inspiration...Now just sit-down and shut-up.

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"YOU'D BETTER COME-ON IN

TO MY KITCHEN...

'COS IT IS BOUND TO BE

RAININ' OUTSIDE"

(STEVE MILLER BAND - THE JOKER)

Golden GOJI Hermitage

Saturday 17th August 2013

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Hasty cheese sandwich in hand...hurrying to catch 253 bus to Abbotsbury on spur of the moment in conversation with brother on phone from Oz...hoping to see Marie Laywine at her studio and have a half-decent chat before she goes to Java. It's a beautiful day and quitessentially English in Dorset...it's raining. A passenger on the bus is talking loudly about ballet and modern dance...the rain ever harder is flooding the gutters and the bus throws a wash much like a speedboat at sea...Langton Herring...Rodden, where the poet Elsa Corbluth may still be alive and well despite illneses of late...she elicited praise from Ted Hughes for her poetry years ago and was a winner of the Bridport Prize one year...i have not seen her in a while...Marie Laywine's studio is near the heart of Abbotsbury...only 25 minutes to get there...she is sitting doing a crossword from The Daily Telegraph...we greet each other and she protests the fotos i am taking good-naturedly...i sit across the table from her and she offers me some cheese pieces left over from her own lunch and tells me about her "project" in Java and her "magic cupboard".."what's in it?" i ask..."Magic, of course," she says...i wish, by magic, i could have stayed all afternoon...there was a great humour between us...but...

 

 

 

Marie Laywine was born in Canada but has been in Dorset for over 20 years. Her studio is an old chapel in the 600 year-old village of Abbotsbury.

Her work is well represented in collections throughout Canada, U.S.A., Switzerland, Australia and the U.K.

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Artist's Statement:

In my painting I work with what I call the "interior landscape"; I use images and ideas from my dreams to help me represent visually the mountain ranges and coastal plains within a person.

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7 "OLD ONES" from CATTISTOCK

[1]
electric fence
sparrows
on stems

[2]
small snail slides
out of bucket
on a hook

[3]
a cat has
found the sun
amongst nettles

[4]
abundant nettles -
no gloves
no soup

[5]
amongst the ivy
room for just one
on the stone bench

[6]
even on
twisted limbs
harvesting apples

[7]
we lead the horse
to the water
and bolt
the stable door

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

27 JULY 2013

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MEMORY OF VIOLETS... to (the memory of) my father.

That scant cluster

of violets

beside one of Radipole's paths

has prospered along

a stretch of several feet

in just the few years

since you passed.

You would have returned exultant

 to have seen them so

these past years

as i do.

And the blossoms

of your own flowering?

4 children from your seed

&

3 for the next generation

of which

2 survive.

But assuredly

living-dying

like a memory of violets

is an endless

flowing and flowering

in and of the cosmos...

Golden GOJI Hermitage

14/3/2011 - 27/7/2013

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MY WEYMOUTH : POEMS

 

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Within the last 24 hours...i have stood under a downpour while the lightnings flashed about me in the night...i have practiced some asanas while Krishna Das blasted me in the early morning...i have eaten a papaya for breakfast then used the skin to moisturise my own - Do not put anything on your body that you would not eat! - ...i have cycled to the beach and on the beach and laughed at those who say it will cause the bike to rust...and i looked at the milky sea and sky and marveled...And i can sit...and i sat...And i can wait...and i waited......And there are still 10 more hours to go......

Last week, at a Buddhist group i sometimes attend, it was as if we were never gonna get started......"teacher" was fussing with her cat. Cat was being a cat. "Teacher" eventually laid-out a blanket for cat. Puss continued to prowl......"Oh, you'll have to go out, you're too restless," said "teacher", and puss was scooped-up and put-out in kitchen............Like "not the wind that moves, but your mind," in the Zen tale, it was "teacher's" mind that was restless. Cat was just being cat............