Think of it, think of it…

Two of my favourite poets, Yeats and RS Thomas. It’s not known whether this was a real or imagined event. Thomas often travelled on the Holyhead train, as did Yeats. They were contemporary, both passionate about their Celtic culture. Both, in my humble opinion, shared the same muse.

The rail rhythm of the first two lines is simple and stunning. And ‘In mutual silence closer than lover knit’ my favourite line in poetry… and life. This is not necessarily, however, the view of my own muse… the missus.

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Memories of Yeats while Travelling to Holyhead

How often he went on this journey, think of it, think of it:
The metrical train, the monosyllabic sea,
The listening hilltops, aloof and resentful of strangers.
Who would have refrained from addressing him here, not discerning
The embryonic poem still coiled in the ivory skull?
Boredom or closeness of age might have prompted, his learning
Concealed by his tweed and the azure, ecstatic tie;
But who would have sensed the disdain of his slow reply
Of polite acquiescence in their talk of the beautiful?
Who would have guessed the futility even of praising
Mountain and marsh and the delicate, flickering tree
To one long impervious and cold to the outward scene,
Heedless of nature’s baubles, lost in the amazing
And labyrinth paths of his own impenetrable mind?

But something in the hair’s fine silver, the breadth of brow,
Had kept me dumb, too shy of his scornful anger
To presume to pierce the dark, inscrutable glasses,
His first defence against a material world.
Yet alone with him in the indifferent compartment, hurled
Between the waves’ white audience, the earth’s dim screen,
In mutual silence closer than lover knit
I had known reality dwindle, the dream begin.

RS Thomas’s homage to Yeats

The Point

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If a river is never the same river twice
as Heraclitus tersely proposed
A word is never the same word twice
A thought is never the same thought twice
A neuron never fires in the same way twice
Life is a delimited expression of Universe
enjoy and reimburse
every moment
every perception
until you can’t

Image: You Never Stand in the Same River Twice, Catherine Reed  fine art

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Plea bargain…

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I need only air, water, food and love
I want to keep my ideas free
from the pull of popularity
from the machinations of material success

But please I beg you don’t take me at my word
Don’t leave me between my lines, untested, intestate
Use your instincts and no rationale
To resist and relieve me from a selfish wont

I’m relying on you to understand
My base need
Your shared responsibility
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Id

Id

In the beginning there was perfect solution
Tsunami, fragmentation
Ten thousand things, symbols
Relaxed and reproduced

At an apparently astonishing rate, awesome
Artery after artery, vein after vein
Carried the idea into the flesh
But the blueprint soul

Potential that could not let itself think
In and of itself
Let its other think at will
Relatively, passionately; expressively

Bro,
Sister,
Family of life
Eye of newt and toe of frog

All together now
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Holiday

St Irene
Santorini (St Irene)

Asking the right questions
Seeking the telling conversation
Exploring the apt environment
We evolve to awareness of self
A new engagement with our other

Seeing relationships that hold us in our place
Feeling influences that stabilise our path
Shedding our distractions, we clear the way
To optimise love, to make love
We travail, fully engaged, harmonised

We move and are moved as one
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Med Moods

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Enjoying a holiday in the med, watching serene Santorini sunsets. Enjoying all those beautiful sensations of the Mediterranean; sun-dried tomatoes, olives, capers, bougainvillea, fig trees, pistachios, worldwide scents and suntan lotion floating on the warm breeze. Not having to write much as this is a living meditation but enjoying some great reading on WP, and this poem by Nicole Lyons in particular:

“This is the place where I have come undone,
and I walk softly around the edge of it.”

It sums up human life on Earth, well mine at least.

A Road Less Travelled

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Are you struggling in reality
Or a sea of man’s labels
As the sirens call in off their rocks
Your values, times, life and love

?

Justly separate the bad from the good
Choose your path,  No,
It’s not rocket science; Go
Tell the purveyors of tags, signs and signifiers
from, of, in and about Babel
To go work their own way

to their own hell.

Don’t have any but your own sense
Struck about your own experience, your own self,
Wow, look, dude, you’ve already outgrown
The dust gathering up there on that little shelf

get a life buoy
bathe in light and point at switch
let the others realign on you and hope and it.
See of reality, and land ahoy.
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