Halesworth - Films/Festivals

Outside and inside

Trump to Kim (in one of his signature stream of consciousness speeches in Hunstville on Friday night) Little Rocket Man
Kim to Trump ‘mentally deranged dotard”

Meanwhile Tamsyn dies, Richard deteriorates. Huricans wreck lives and livings. The last letter of Tamsyn stays with me all day. I write up my notes from when I last saw her., leading the Hooker trail in Halesworth, days before being admitted to hospital for what was hoped to be an operation giving her 5 good more years. It was 5 more weeks. She did not hang around, as Michael said, having done was she needed to do.

Rohingya villages  in Myanmar set alight, families flee to Bangaladesh and talk of ethic cleansing is mumbled, but the west is fundamentally not interested, as it is too occupied with it’s closer to home refugees.

Tamsyns Funeral Reception at the Cut

Naomie read these words of Thomas Lux


The basic metaphor is good: blend dead,

redolent things – dried blood,

steamed bone meal, dried hoof and horn

meal, slag, dolomite,

bat guano – into the dirt,

wait; live things will emerge.

In between, of course, you insert a seed.

So fragile, at first – I examine rows

of lettuce seedlings with a reading glass,

their green so barely green

they break your heart. The only

tools you need are Stone Age

but made of metal: I love

the shovel’s cut when you plunge

it in: the shiny, smooth cliff-face

and some worms (your garden’s pals!)

in the middle of their bodies,

their lives, divided…. A rake,

a hoe, peasant tools,

but mostly you pick, pull, pinch by hand,

the green stains and stinks clinging

to your fingertips.

Don’t read books about it,

or not many. Turn the dirt

and comb it smooth.

Plant what you like to eat.

Feed the birds – but not so much

that they get lazy –

and they will eat the bugs,

who should get their share,

but not one leaf of basil more.

It’s all a matter of spirit, balance,

common cruel sense: something dies,

something’s born, and, in the meantime,

you eat some salad.

Thomas Lux


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