Of rainstorms and rooks and broken clocks: November 2019

Sunday 24 November 2019

NOVEMBER Moon

November moon sailing across November skies.
My breath is silver fire
while my fingers burn
Deep inside my pockets.

The rooks are no longer visible
Among the tangled branches.
So I follow the stars homeward,
Always tracking slightly westwards.

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WORDS help us to make sense out of chaos, call down the stars and weave meaning into the darkness of our universes. They can make us tyrants and heroes, warriors and healers, but most of all - if we are brave enough - they can give us wings to fly.

These words (and images) unless otherwise credited are my attempts to find the songs beyond the mundane and to follow the laughter of One far greater than I. They are the shadows and shapes of my heart. They are MY attempts to fly.

As such (and as much as anyone can claim ownership of these things) they remain very much part of me. You are very welcome to quote or re-use any words and/or images found on this blog - but please properly accredit them.

"Weed, it is you with your bad reputation that I love most. Teach me not to care what anyone has to say about me. Help me to be in the world for no purpose at all except for the joy of sunlight and rain. Keep me close to the edge, where everything wild begins"

Tom Hennen (from) What the Plants Say

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Rainer Maria Rilke Letters to a Young Poet (Letter 4 16th July 1904)

"I think that it is easier to discern the secret beauty and wonder and mystery in humble and common things than in the splendid and noble and storied things."

Arthur Machen (1924) The London Adventure p75

"I want to think of dangerous and noble things.

I want to be light and frolicsome.

I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,

as though I had wings."

Mary Oliver Starlings in Winter

"What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe?"

Stephen Hawking (1988) A Brief History of Time p174

"If anyone comes to the gates of poetry and expects to become an adequate poet by acquiring expert knowledge of the subject without the Muses' madness, he will fail, and his self-controlled verses will be eclipsed by the poetry of men who have been driven out of their minds."

Plato Phaedrus 245a

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NOVEMBER Moon

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