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IMAGES OF ETERNITY

(Dust for the Human DustBeen) The photographer has discoveredhowto change the Present into the Pastjust as fastas he can. So that his facsimiles can replacethe Present of the next man’s Now. Both the photographer and the next manwaste the treasureof … Continue reading

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WALK ON

Walking Onis not just a matterof feetmeasuring out the streets of this world;or the clatterof railway tracksdwindling to a pointin the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is it the Ocean Linerslipping out of port,pushing through waveswhich … Continue reading

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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

It was different in the past.Especially in the village. Before you could readBefore there were newspapersBefore there was radioBefore there were telephonesBefore there were filmsBefore there was TVBefore there were computersBefore there were smartphonesBefore there was the endless whisperingof global … Continue reading

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SEPARATISM

This flowering of the Human Spiritis a reaching outinto the empty wastelandof the egoic mindin search ofthe lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavourto fill its wastelandwith memoriesof its past (My was)and thoughtsof its future (My will be) is stitched … Continue reading

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ARMISTICE DAY

“Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.” So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s lines for those whose sufferings for their nation had bred a dull, dark, painful generation with gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths … Continue reading

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FREEDOM

Freedom from the Past is the Present. Freedom from the Future is the Present. The Present is a crack that runs through the universe. Into it everything disappears like snowflakes into a bonfire. For Māra’s people, the Present is a … Continue reading

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TRENINOW LANE

Treninnow Lane is tangled dark and overgrown with angled beech and arching sycamore. No cars drive down and fern and nettle, dandelion and dock slumber in this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tight and Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells … Continue reading

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