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CATCH A FALLING STAR

‘Messenger, morning brought thee habited in gold

At dusk thy song wore a tone of ascetic grey

And then came night -

thy message was written in silver across the black’

Jnandas

ARABIC PROVERB:

He who seeks the glory of the sunrise

DAMNED LIKE BEAUTY

Imagine this as a fossil dragged out of the ground long after the fact of our lives. What will survive of us is love.

The Trees 

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Fossil.

Suppose a leaf could be born of a shell? Or that it could fall and be compacted into mud and settle into layers, to be discovered in peat millions of years later?

If I Could Tell You

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will Time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.

How we got here?

I started making these things many years ago and have found that it is true that sculpture shows you the way to go with an idea. This blog in a sense runs in reverse with the most recent things being presented from the start. I use motifs that indicated regeneration and reincarnation and in this piece the moth is the returning soul at the moment of conception.

The Romans used shell motifs to decorate lead coffins a sort of come back soon and the casting is in a negative form so that one can put clay to it to remould the positive.

I would like to share with others some of those people who are a rich source of ideas on YouTube: Professor Peter Fenwick (neuropsychiatrist), Alan Watts (Buddhist philosopher) Nate Hagens (modern issues) Professor Guy McPherson (Lecturer in ecology, retired), Dr Ian McGilchrist (philosopher, scientist expert in brain studies), Professor William Rees (Climate with economics),Professor Bernard Carr, Rupert Sheldrake, Jeffrey Mishlove of New Thinking Allowed, Terence McKenna ethnobiologist.

At this time of climate crisis it is not a consolation that human beings may survive post anthropocene climate change in a new form of consciousness, that is in the realm of what we notionally might conceive of as spirit or soul memory. Since there cannot be expectations of surviving continuous temperatures in the 40s-50s centrigrade it is best not to harbour them.

I attach this link to my secondary blog which is the artwork of Dave Hands, artist:

TIME CONQUERS ALL