The difficult thing

To be here now -

       The difficult thing

For desires ungainly restlessness


          Moves in times


                   Endlessness -

This is something that I wrote whilst sitting on the banks of the Rhine(going on its beautiful powerful way- ) looking at the churches and blue hills beyond in Germany.



           
                   France- Winter - 2015



      News on the television -

      Strange - only silent images

     Without commentary

      A clear Winter day -


     Birds fly unawares

    Across the camera frame -

    Trees patiently await Spring -

    In the distance a field is being ploughed

       


   Policemen dressed as samurai

  Squat with their weapons

  Behind a low wall

  Drinking coffee and smoking -

 Awaiting the assault

 All is deceptively quiet -




Suddenly an explosion

Blasts the silence -

A man appears on the flat rooftop

Waving his arms

The assault is over

The battle won

A nation breathes again -



The temporary insanity of

Man persists -

But the illumined Tao

Goes on forever -


               

Its time that time just turned around-its time that time concluded-

Time-always means tension  The process of becoming - and we never get there Maybe because there is nowher to go -

 intermezzo     do not swim in the corrosive river of time  allow time to go  on its restless way stay on the bank of the river  allow time to go its own  restless way-TIME is the enemy

DARTMOOR Perhaps it's interesting on a personal level; to say something about a place in England
that I have found very inspiring. I first came to Dartmoor in 1978. I had been living in West Wales, and went to live in  a place called Totness in Devon, on a farm with a few friends. I must say, when I arrived I did not have any real great expectations of the place, as I already had the view that the Peak district in the north and Wales in the West of England, were the most " magical "places in Britain.
I can assure you that I don't use this word in any airy fairy way!
Anyway, one of my friends said to me one day "lets go on to Dartmoor". From the time that I was very young (sounds strange  writing this ) I  was very sensitive to feeling that  a place would have upon me; of course both positively and negatively because I realized that places have a soul and there are places where the soul has been all but destroyed in nature which of course is related to industrial and ecological factors;
 So we took off for the moors - When we returned to the farm I felt that I had awoken from some wonderful and fragrant dream. The earth soul of Dartmoor  had embraced me and would never let me go!

This is a small sketch that I made after my last trip to Dartmoor  more later .

Bird Sculpture

In repose - sculpture with Molly

This is a sculpture that I made as a student in Manchester in 1962. It is made from flawed Alabaster.