So the shelter which isn’t finished
Has become a place of choice
With water flowing and splashing
It is a fine spot for a pre-packed salad
Sunday, 19 January 2020
Saturday, 18 January 2020
I couldn’t help myself
I couldn’t help myself
But to elevate the pond
Now the blackbirds
Come here to join me
To duck, to waddle
To shake themselves all over
Today a new one arrived
More pristine, more reserved
Than his friend, who he watches
This pond then, in 2019
Has become their shelter
Especially in the sunshine
Such as there is today
Also the lawn has been mowed
The waterfalls and fountains
Are in full working order
If there was a building inspector
I think he would sign the job off
Although I myself can see
One or two places for improvement
A few more stones, a few more pebbles
A flatter spirit-level top-line
All around the periphery
Such details might be lost on you
But to the artisan who knows
They would draw some comment
But to elevate the pond
Now the blackbirds
Come here to join me
To duck, to waddle
To shake themselves all over
Today a new one arrived
More pristine, more reserved
Than his friend, who he watches
This pond then, in 2019
Has become their shelter
Especially in the sunshine
Such as there is today
Also the lawn has been mowed
The waterfalls and fountains
Are in full working order
If there was a building inspector
I think he would sign the job off
Although I myself can see
One or two places for improvement
A few more stones, a few more pebbles
A flatter spirit-level top-line
All around the periphery
Such details might be lost on you
But to the artisan who knows
They would draw some comment
Friday, 17 January 2020
The opportunity to work
The opportunity to work
Is the thing which intrigues me
Can I do it, can you do it, can we do it
Without our too too easily
Becoming distracted, or dismayed
Today’s interference is from Belgium
A sampler CD from Everything Is Low
Purchased, whilst searching
For Everything Is Slow
Yet it is only one mischief of many
For I also have a recollection of seeing
Mr Drury’s Basket For Crows
In an exhibition in York
Also, in the same place
Almost for certain
I saw sculptured railway sleepers
Which in turn takes me to my pond project
I could make a box
Out of wood
With one low side
To act as the waterfall
So slow was the mindful eating
That I did not finish
Either the biscuit or the coffee
Before I got up to go
Later, sat in the same room
Watching YouTube music videos
Before Netflix shows me the photographer
Who, at the height of his career
Lost the use of his camera arm
He turned to yoga and meditation
To find new shelters for his talents
As I too had done, those many years ago
Is the thing which intrigues me
Can I do it, can you do it, can we do it
Without our too too easily
Becoming distracted, or dismayed
Today’s interference is from Belgium
A sampler CD from Everything Is Low
Purchased, whilst searching
For Everything Is Slow
Yet it is only one mischief of many
For I also have a recollection of seeing
Mr Drury’s Basket For Crows
In an exhibition in York
Also, in the same place
Almost for certain
I saw sculptured railway sleepers
Which in turn takes me to my pond project
I could make a box
Out of wood
With one low side
To act as the waterfall
So slow was the mindful eating
That I did not finish
Either the biscuit or the coffee
Before I got up to go
Later, sat in the same room
Watching YouTube music videos
Before Netflix shows me the photographer
Who, at the height of his career
Lost the use of his camera arm
He turned to yoga and meditation
To find new shelters for his talents
As I too had done, those many years ago
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Thursday, 16 January 2020
What is it which urges us to look back
What is it which urges us to look back
Have we got some innate need for regression
Do we seek to open up blocked passageways
Which we alone have formed or created
Am I, with you
Are we still asking ourselves
All of those imponderable questions
Is that why we seek out the shelters
Is that why we need to construct
Spaces for dreaming
Places for deeper journeys
Across, beyond, and also within ourselves
There is little other
Than a photograph in the book
No one has trailed out a rope
To the location in Friston Forest
I did search; but time, time moves on
There may be other records, elsewhere
Held by those we haven’t yet met
Or those whom we have lost along the way
So to today’s shelter
There is some certainty, joy even
In the bright spring sunlight
Of the here and the now
Which raises memories of sparkles
On those other waters, be they
Dams, ponds, lakes, seas, or oceans
What is it which gifts these pleasures
Do I imagine the lightness
The freedoms
Are the good feelings
Wholly of my imagination
Or do you, do we, does everyone
Share in the absolute’s positivity
Are we all able to see the good side
To find our way out of the darkness
All the while caressing
The major and minor irritations
Which remind us
Of the ever present presence of despair
Have we got some innate need for regression
Do we seek to open up blocked passageways
Which we alone have formed or created
Am I, with you
Are we still asking ourselves
All of those imponderable questions
Is that why we seek out the shelters
Is that why we need to construct
Spaces for dreaming
Places for deeper journeys
Across, beyond, and also within ourselves
There is little other
Than a photograph in the book
No one has trailed out a rope
To the location in Friston Forest
I did search; but time, time moves on
There may be other records, elsewhere
Held by those we haven’t yet met
Or those whom we have lost along the way
So to today’s shelter
There is some certainty, joy even
In the bright spring sunlight
Of the here and the now
Which raises memories of sparkles
On those other waters, be they
Dams, ponds, lakes, seas, or oceans
What is it which gifts these pleasures
Do I imagine the lightness
The freedoms
Are the good feelings
Wholly of my imagination
Or do you, do we, does everyone
Share in the absolute’s positivity
Are we all able to see the good side
To find our way out of the darkness
All the while caressing
The major and minor irritations
Which remind us
Of the ever present presence of despair
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Wednesday, 15 January 2020
It was in 1985 that
It was in 1985 that
Chris Drury created
Shelter for Dreaming
In Friston Forest, Sussex
We are now in 2019
You yourself might work out
How many years
Have then passed by
Chris’ work
Was a structure
My work
Is a pure indulgence
I was, in 1985
For the most part
Thirty-three years old
For my birthday is in February
During current research
Gaston Bachelard
In his Poetics of Space
Reminds me
For a knowledge of intimacy
Localisation in the spaces of intimacy
Is more urgent
Than the determination of dates
So where was I in 1985
And where were you, or where were we
We all might wonder, mightn’t we
Just as you and I might also remember
For that is surely
Where this work should begin
Doesn’t that need to be the starting point
For refreshing those most intimate moments
Chris Drury created
Shelter for Dreaming
In Friston Forest, Sussex
We are now in 2019
You yourself might work out
How many years
Have then passed by
Chris’ work
Was a structure
My work
Is a pure indulgence
I was, in 1985
For the most part
Thirty-three years old
For my birthday is in February
During current research
Gaston Bachelard
In his Poetics of Space
Reminds me
For a knowledge of intimacy
Localisation in the spaces of intimacy
Is more urgent
Than the determination of dates
So where was I in 1985
And where were you, or where were we
We all might wonder, mightn’t we
Just as you and I might also remember
For that is surely
Where this work should begin
Doesn’t that need to be the starting point
For refreshing those most intimate moments
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