Lucky Hat Day Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop


Exit Retford Railway Station Lincsonshire Circa 2008v. 300x225 Lucky Hat Day Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop
Lucky Hat Day.

A sleepy bulldozer carves out the hillside,
a place for tomorrow,
what follows on, the jungle & the forest are without,
we live in glass gardens
shooting down stars. & in spite of the fact
of public hygiene there will be hunting
on Sunday.

What follows on …. is …. & so on.

Man cannot live on myth alone,
he shall earn his soil somehow, between
the Big Bang & the Big Slam …. there will be -
but not so fast …. for reasons unknown

All will become, a display
copy after copy, variation after variation, so it goes
on & so on …. that which follows
on.

A biological field in outer galactic space,
the world is their toilet they shall not want.

The world is a patchwork quilt
stitched up to the hilt its seams;
& we quarter it in our dreams
upon which our edifice is built

Where mind is a bobbing float
tugged on a rushing stream;
& beneath the skin & bone
a ceiling sky mirrors dream

Into a discrete ensemble,
time’s arrow smelts in quicksilver;
& we the emergent, tremble
extended from alpha to omega

Of man in short, …. of man in brief,
what will he think next, after all ?

A computer brain at the end of time,
Omega Man.

Pack, the near infinite,
(in – the moment before you munch.)
take a bit of the biscuit
before the Big Crunch,
it’s an eternal packet
& having all, what’s next?

***

After David Deutch. The Fabric of Reality

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Rocky Island from Seaton Sluice beach, a Watercolor by Norman Tween


Rocky Island from Seaton by Norman Tween 1024x752 Rocky Island from Seaton Sluice beach, a Watercolor by Norman Tween

Rocky Island from Seaton Sluice beach autumn 07. Sitting on an old WW2 tank trap to daub this colour sketch.

This “sketch” has perfect tone and is reminds me of Van Gogh is the construction of the buildings and the layers of the landscape itself. The distant figures are Pissaro-like tiny sketches. It’s a beautiful scene which has more in it, a glimpse of art itself.


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I Turned the Wheel, a Poem by David Michael Jackson


cambodia 7 300x225 I Turned the Wheel, a Poem by David Michael Jackson

Photo by Dandelion De La Rue

I guess I never knew how
and maybe I didn’t do so well
at pleasing you
or being good when
I should have been good
for you
I guess I never knew how
and maybe I didn’t do so well

but I tried
I tried
I tried

I turned the wheel
I turned the wheel

I held the door when I could
I held your hand to remember

yes I tried
I tried
I tried

and when the wind runs in the trees
the trees say I love you
and when the rivers run to the sea
we’ll be there
we’ll be there

I guess I never knew how
and maybe I didn’t do so well
at showing you how I feel.

I turned the wheel
I turned the wheel

I held the door when I could
I held your hand to remember
but the ocean waves end at the shore
with the sounds of our love

and when the wind runs in the trees
the trees says I love you
and when the rivers run to the sea
we’ll be there
we’ll be there
we’ll be there


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Malvina Reynolds Folk Singer


Malvina Reynolds was an American folk/blues singer-songwriter and political activist, best known for her song-writing, particularly the songs “Little Boxes” and “God Bless the Grass”. Wikipedia
Hers are folk songs with a sense of social statement.

 

Malvena Reynolds 300x231 Malvina Reynolds Folk Singer

Malvena Reynolds


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