Tag Archives: Blondin

HEDGEROW FLOWERS

Posted on September 5, 2018 by

The more I label the less I am able to see. The more I see the less I am able to label.   (Poem from GNOMONIC VERSES)

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CUT INTO HUMAN WOOD

Posted on February 17, 2018 by

Cut into the human wood chop; pare; to find what is already there. Will the knife reveal what we have outgrown? Or does the sculptor feel along the veins and in the bone the shape already in the stone and … Continue reading →

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PURITY

Posted on December 30, 2016 by

In the dark tabernacle, a shaft of sunlight illumines the heart and shines through a million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirling dust spiralling through the light which spills in a golden pool on damp, grey stone and … Continue reading →

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GREAT MEN

Posted on November 26, 2016 by

But really you see there weren’t any great at all. Those may not have stumbled, heads high, walked tall, filling the silence where others mumbled. But words fail skulls fall. And before? Before, they could taste, smell, see, tell, bore. … Continue reading →

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OLD WOUNDS

Posted on October 2, 2016 by

The landscape itself is cracked and pitted. Quarries gouged out of the rock face. Concrete jungles where forests grew. A million species drowned by hydro-electric schemes. Roman grain bowls becoming the Sahara desert. And the figures that pass through this … Continue reading →

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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO

Posted on August 28, 2016 by

It may not be the bearded man who smiles at you and explodes. It may not be the errant tyre that slides on the icy roads. It may not be the scaffolding plank that bounces on your head. It may … Continue reading →

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GOOD AND EVIL

Posted on August 10, 2016 by

Evil is the Great Magician which blinds the inner vision the painting on its face disorientates the eye, the quickness of its hand through space deceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions, the world his backdrop and his stage, … Continue reading →

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