I did not loose my handbag today. That was yesterday. Today it’s ‘Oh Shit. And that'. Lost words Hurt the most, more than Money, credit cards and stuff Inconveniences that fill the basket Of the day: ‘Please hold the line… Press 1 for sales What number for habitual loss? The words of that short story… Continue reading Losing
Patience Agbabi Halesworth Arts Festival
Dressed in flaming red, an African, Nigerian, face comes on our stage. What a pleasure. Canterbury Tales remix. Griming. 'I love the sound his Rolex makes' The gap toothed Wife of Bath, could have been a Nigerian. Every culture has a wife of Bath. The riff of Chaucer. Punk. Sauf London. Wales.
Seraphim singing at Holy Trinity Church Blythburgh October
So enjoyed the Seraphim last evening. Turning, walking (dog) back across the marshes towards the church, I felt the sweep of timelessness of landscape, bells ringing out Plain Hunt, then coming in to hear 12 women’s voices, clear, reaching up to the high perpendicular vaulted nave. Loved the John Tavener best.
Bricks of Burston (Metfield Village Hall)
There had been some gap in time since I’d been to a Metfield event. The pull was the organisation team of Barbara and Lorraine, still raising funds for the Village Hall, still bringing people from this community together. A delightful woman, name I can never remember, met me in the street as I was parking.… Continue reading Bricks of Burston (Metfield Village Hall)
20,000 days on Earth, Nick Clave (Film Cut)
Live Streeming from Barbican, London Who is Nick Cave? Who was this man who had others in white gloves handle the archive of his family photo album? The compare said special 20 times. A special evening, with special people, and a special Nick Cave. The two directors came on the stage. They were unusual. Not… Continue reading 20,000 days on Earth, Nick Clave (Film Cut)
Woodland Day 3 – Wednesday
A quieter day after the drama of the double chain saw day. Just Paul and I completed around the pond. I continuing on dead hedging, extending the hedge to around the side, hiding the view of the rusted motor car on the other side. Straight easy hazel, ragged hawthorn which hooks in well and shows… Continue reading Woodland Day 3 – Wednesday
Woodland Day 2 – two chain saws Tuesday
The day working on the pond. Light came by the end of the day, a glorious september warm light. I was on dead hedging, weaving the hawthorn, blackthorn and hazel being coppiced around the southern boundary. Removed two overhanging oak branches, and an extraordinarily tall hawthorn weaving into the top of the oak. Beefstake fungi… Continue reading Woodland Day 2 – two chain saws Tuesday
Woodland Day 1 – September 2014
First day of September, Paul drove into the woodland and parking among the nettles that cover the hard standing. His advice was sound: let's work inside the wood and not near the entrance until we have a gate in situ. We commenced, Paul with his chainsaw, coppicing and cutting back the hazel tufts on the… Continue reading Woodland Day 1 – September 2014
JF
I put out maps, books - some of which I’d written. When I came to the van, all were put aside. The maps were useless as I gathered in a phone call later from a desperate JF saying he could not remember the way from Halesworth to the van, a mile up the road. I… Continue reading JF
The Selfish Giant (Film at The Cut)
We all jumped out of our seats. Although Colin, the scientist he is, knew it was going to happen. An extraordinary film. A modern fable is how it is described, and I kept trying to overlay Oscar Wild's story, but could not find it until the end. Two raggamuffins, ejected from school, sought business enterprise… Continue reading The Selfish Giant (Film at The Cut)
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