Atlantic Depression

Atlantic Depression (A riff on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18) “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?… Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May” (Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare.) Hawthorns show white May buds just opening in our eyes we try the walk before the threatened gale you anxious to make photos with your phone…

Being the Bulb Planted in the Autumn

Being the Bulb Planted in the Autumn Being the bulb planted in the Autumn inserting the planter cutting out the core of turf placing the small bulb in the pit of the dug out earth fill it in with the rotted compost mixed with leaf-mould and clay Treading it all in with my booted foot…

Bone People

Bone People     Bone People   “E nga iwi o nga iwi” (O the people of the bones) Keri Hulme, “The Bone People” 1984   “proximity can create transformation”, Ocean Vuong.     Flat on our backs  we become aware of breath feeling the body parts that are touching the mat   Heel pelvis…

Meditation During Yoga 2

William’s reply to my first blog with this title inspired me to say a little more about my approach to Yoga and Meditation. This is a very personal point of view and probably diverges from strict Yoga teachings. Meditation too, for me, has to be almost tailor made to the individual, as Sister Ishpriya says,…

Meditation During Yoga

More Than Imagining I Try To Be When I imagine the lakeand the fields and the treesand the murderous foxesand dead hensand the proud fatallywounded cockereland the snowdrops hiddenunder the Bay TreeI swim in the dead dry lakea fish now on dry stonethe walls of the smalldead-end roadsurrounding me walkingno hedgerows just rockand nettle roots…

New Year 2021

1 In Tom Stoppard’s play of 1972, “Jumpers”, a major theme is the advance of materialism and the reduction of anything spiritual or theological (like God for example) to either nonsense, an aspect of sociology or of psychology. The university chapel has been turned into a gymnasium and, as George, the Professor of Moral Philosophy,…

Guelder-rose

Guelder-rose “No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.” Hopkins, “The Windhover” Here in the garden a circumference of five petalled flowers a pure white sterile corona and then within a hub of of micro flowers pollenous and fertile almost…

From The Poetry Garden 4

  From the Poetry Garden 4 Here is the 4th. Session from the Poetry Garden. The first poem “In Ennerdale” (for Jenny) is already on this blog, the second new poem “Guelder-rose” is not. I can send you a copy or wait and I will put it up on here soon. It is my first…

The Poetry Garden 3

  From The Poetry Garden 3 Here is the third visit to the Poetry Garden. My friend Matthew in San Francisco has a series of YouTube presentatations made out in the Wilderness, near the Yuba River, I think, in the Sierras of California, called The Rheomode Series a YouTube playlist. One of my poems here is…