Category Archives: Blondin

THE FOUNTAIN

The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks where this … Continue reading

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SEPTEMBER SUN

Dry and ripening:sea flat and shininglike burning glass. Gulls floatinglike ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaksplayinglike blown leavesin parched grass. Victoria plums,blackberries. This is the turningof the yearwhen all that is thought of as ‘there’is found … Continue reading

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TRENINNOW LANE

Treninnow Lane is tangleddark and overgrownwith angledbeech and arching sycamore.No cars drive downand fern and nettle,dandelion and dock slumberin this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tightand Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells meet,lifting and drifting,in and out of pools of … Continue reading

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MIRROR

Swimming in a Cornish sea –Porpoises! (not Cornish) a little way from me.How far?How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail? Following the brain down its mazy trail –Thirty yards? A million years?Too far? Not far enough? But eye to … Continue reading

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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN

Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves. Draws from their branchesthe moaningof two hundred year old wood,the dry soundof a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon a slatted … Continue reading

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GUIDE BOOK

“In Chiangmaithere are many shapeful chedisin which nowhere can be seen.” Is stillness somethingor is it merelywhat’s left overwhen thingsdisappear? How can thingswhich are ever-moving,ever-changing,not be? Stillness is complete and perfectwhen boundaries disappear. Cattle do not feelthe farmyard gatepressing againsttheir … Continue reading

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NOW

Now.Sit down.Let go.Tomorrow’s now will be no more than thisanother was. Nothing is enoughto distractyour present thought. And your present thoughtis only movement between two points,a wave that leaves the water behind,plotted by an electrical mind. So take your nothing.Now. … Continue reading

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LISTEN

What is that sound?Like the trailing of a fanthrough a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of airruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwindwhich will strip those leaves from their treesand wrench the trees from the hillsideand blast … Continue reading

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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO

It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading

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VISITORS AND VISITATIONS

Up Hillcrest steps to wherethe crumbling, grey, defining wallbecomes a bareand narrow ledgeholding back the jungle of beyond.Honeysuckle, fern and brambleslowly ambleand quietly digestthe Hillcrestfence.(A peaceful study in impermanence.) On the boundary hedge,a green and flowering ivy has blossomed therein … Continue reading

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