This is the second “From the Poetry Garden” reading: we have tried to improve the sound, which was poor last time. The poem about the house s an old one, put on mostly for an introdution to the environment of the garden. The second poem ” Deep Time Rising” is more important for me. “Deep…
This is the first of a series which I have called “From The Poetry Garden”. We have a quiet seat in the garden of The Anchorhold surrounded by a Cedar of Lebanon and the small various Christmas Trees used in the house at Christmas, which we then plant; there are four at the moment which…
An on-line group I joined to explore our relationship with the Earth was given a project to write “A Love Letter to the Earth”. I didn’t want to do this and at first couldn’t quite explain why. I thought it was “blissy”, that is, emotionally sentimental. I have, like most people, written love letters…
My favourite poet, if not the first living poet that moved my soul somehow was Thom Gunn. He was an English, “leather boy”, who moved to California in the 60ties and lived the rest of his life there. He died, maybe of an accidental drug overdose, in 2004. My title is really a quote from…
Bella Fitzpatrick writes in Ireland’s Gay Community News (GCN) of the 16th. March about the way Bisexuality is ignored or consumed under the blanket term Gay and about how many Gays are disappointed to find the characters in movies like “Call Me by Your Name” are actually Bisexual rather than Gay. I tend to agree…
Robert Duncan is a little known American poet, he was a friend of Thom Gunn and remembered in Gunn’s poem “Duncan” in Boss Cupid (2000). Gunn says of him: “While the pen wrote, and looked beyond conclusion” I am a bit haunted by metaphors about conclusions of late; Lorna Shaughnessy in “Sacrificial Wind” has Euripides…
Shipwreck Scene and Poem: This image is a reproduction of the scene on an ancient Greek drinking vessel of a shipwreck. The fragments of the “crater” were found on what was the ancient Greek colony of Pithekoussai, an island in the Bay of Naples, Italy, now known as Ischia. The crater has been dated as…
In Ennerdale Last July my niece Jenny and I went wild camping to the English Lake District and this is a poem about that memorable end of day experience of lake-light and vision. Ennerdale Water is the most westerly glaciated lake in Cumbria, very deep and the area has been designated for “re-wilding”….well I…
Another poem from my trip to The Lake District with my niece Jenny. The photo is not Angle Tarn but it is such a great photo of Jenny’s I thought I would use it. The importance of not losing the adventure of youth and in many ways reconnecting with it later again is so…
Wild camping at Red Tarn My niece Jenny and I have been camping and walking in the English Lake District for a week. There were several highlights, apart from enjoying each others companionship, one of which was a shared meditation we did in late afternoon on the trail with most other walkers gone home. We…
The Hug of Gaia 