Poetry

The times are urgent. Slow down.

Bayo Akomolafe

Attention is the beginning of devotion

Mary Oliver

War Cemetary-South-Edinburgh

Through a glass darkly

On the relatively rare occasion of reading one of the good books, I was of course reminded of this glorious song by Joni Mitchell …   Love Although I speak in tongues Of men and angels I’m just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love […]

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The Horses

June 5th, 2017 Posted In: Art, Scotland Tags: ,

Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our covenant with silence, But in the first few days it was so still We listened to our breathing and were afraid. On the second day The radios […]

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After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes

May 27th, 2017 Posted In: Art Tags: , , ,

After great pain a formal feeling comes– The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions–was it He that bore? And yesterday–or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead Remembered if […]

The Skylight

May 27th, 2017 Posted In: Art Tags: , , , ,

You were the one for skylights, I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof Effect. I liked the snuff-dry feeling, The perfect, trunk-lid fit of the old ceiling. Under there, it was all hutch and hatch. The blue slates kept the heat like midnight […]