A pleasure shared gives the pleasure of time to ones soul
In my talk on In Search of Beauty I wanted to let the Phoenix Writers know about the poet Thomas A Clark. I played them Track 9 from the album I send you this Cadmium Red by John Berger and John Christie with music by Gavin Bryars. The audio interlude gave me time. The same sort of time that I had taken earlier in the week, on the shingle at Dungeness, where I saw Derek Jarman's Prospect Cottage with its sidewall poem; a landmark tracked down among the beautiful dereliction. The musical presentation set me thinking. I concluded that what Gavin Bryars had given to the readers/listeners was the time and space to wander through, time to sojourn among the writers/readers words. How then am I now to capture this atmospheric into words alone?
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
It is the last day of the holiday. It is the first day of a new tidier life. Today the study is to be attacked with venom, after I have been to the post office and taxed the car if I can find the documents that is. Already you say you can see me mid afternoon reading an old letter or an old poem; more likely to have abandoned the sorting regime for a numerical indexed computer base model; all my life soon to be on the mac air flash memory is the dream. But first a car, for without a car there is no work, and without work there is no disposable income (as the Americans say) to buy the aforesaid computer.