“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
(T. S. Eliot, lines 239-242, Four Quartets)
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
(T. S. Eliot, lines 239-242, Four Quartets)
Alexander Pope, English poet, 1717
after time
is there no time?
like the present…

I had an Indian Sitar for many years, travelled with it in the late 60’s through Chile, South America, later it was damaged by the police in Ecuador. In the 90’s I took it with me to France where the gourd became damaged for the second and final time. I had to let it go. I discovered my beautiful Celtic Bouzouki in Cornwall, UK and on the anniversary of Ravi Shankar’s birthday, improvised this short “evening raga”. She is still with me to this day, now in Walmer, Deal, Kent, where she features in some of our short poem-films x
develop possibility for adventure within ourselves, at our own pace…
emotion; the possibility of finding or being touched by something on the tip of being
“What?”
directed by Roman Polanski, 1972
a meme that is unmemorable
folk may believe the streets are paved with gold, when they are actually full of holes…
“Linden Lea” is an English song, from a poem by William Barnes (1801-1886) music by Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)