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ARMISTICE DAY

‘Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.’So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s linesfor those whose sufferings for their nationhad bred a dull, dark, painful generationwith gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths are still recorded.Poppies and … Continue reading

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HOPE AND DESPAIR

In the Presenteverything gets donehere. From the window of the mind, the Future is therewhere the consequences wait. The mind invents this Futurein order to see consequencesthere, not here,and move towards them. If these consequencesare seen as essentialand realisable,the mind is Hope. … Continue reading

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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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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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REMEMBRANCE DAYS

REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. … 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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