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A patteran is an arrangement of stones and sticks in the form of a coded message left by Gypsies at the roadside for those following on. This blog is my digital equivalent.
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Sorry - late in responding to responses. Many thanks for the comments, everyone!
Commented Jul 24, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. LINES Straight talking, that... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. LINES Straight talking, that...
Shared with The Mag. LINES Straight talking, that was what was needed, so you said. And you smiled a thin and final line, and you turned, as they say, on your heel, on a sixpence, and you strode, straight-limbed, along the coastal path, direct, unswerving, to the jetty, walked its slick re...
Shared with The Mag. LINES Straight talking, that...
Posted Jul 13, 2015 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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7. Many thanks, Maria.
Commented Apr 30, 2015 on Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO...
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO STATION At Balezino Station we disembark in silence under the great arch of night. First whispers leave breath hanging, shining like bright smoke. The old moon leans through cloud. A silver wind blows the stars about like spray. A tid...
4. Thank you, Kass.
5. They were the darkest nights I have ever inhabited, Tess. We camped by the River Chusovaya in the Urals & when there was no moon & no stars, there was an extraordinary sense of the weight of the invisible sky. But when the stars were out, there really was a sort of liberation into weightlessness!
Commented Apr 27, 2015 on Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO...
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO STATION At Balezino Station we disembark in silence under the great arch of night. First whispers leave breath hanging, shining like bright smoke. The old moon leans through cloud. A silver wind blows the stars about like spray. A tid...
1. Thank you so much, Elena. Maybe you had to be there! I took the Trans-Siberian three times & the intensity of the experience never lessened.
2. большое спасибо!
Commented Apr 27, 2015 on Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO...
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO STATION At Balezino Station we disembark in silence under the great arch of night. First whispers leave breath hanging, shining like bright smoke. The old moon leans through cloud. A silver wind blows the stars about like spray. A tid...
Balezino Station is shared with The Mag. BALEZINO...
Posted Apr 26, 2015 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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Sonny Black is a leading acoustic guitarist based...
Posted Apr 23, 2015 at BROKE DOWN ENGINE
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Posted Apr 22, 2015 at BROKE DOWN ENGINE
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Sorry, folks, a late pick-up of further comments!
10. Thank you, Tess!
11. Kind of you to say so, Dominic! If I could master the art of the video poem I might have a go.
12. Many thanks, Natalie. Re email problems, I've just this minute emailed you.
Commented Apr 22, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small...
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small island race raised on this brief silver harvest: fish slithering like coins from treasure chests hefted down from rusting boats that seem too nutshell frail to ride these stacked northern seas. Cluttered quays slick with moss, bleak streets...
7. It can be a stormy coastline!
Commented Apr 15, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small...
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small island race raised on this brief silver harvest: fish slithering like coins from treasure chests hefted down from rusting boats that seem too nutshell frail to ride these stacked northern seas. Cluttered quays slick with moss, bleak streets...
1. Thank you, Shers.
2. That's very kind! Thank you.
3. Many thanks, Berowne.
4. My thanks. It's based very loosely on a one-time fishing village on the Pembrokeshire coastline, near St David's.
5. Thank you, Sandra.
6. Hi Kass. Many thanks.
Commented Apr 15, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small...
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small island race raised on this brief silver harvest: fish slithering like coins from treasure chests hefted down from rusting boats that seem too nutshell frail to ride these stacked northern seas. Cluttered quays slick with moss, bleak streets...
Shared with The Mag. BRINGING IN THE FISH A small...
Posted Apr 12, 2015 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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15. Thank you, Tess!
Commented Apr 12, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so certain, implacable, even when fallen, each one a manifesto proposing stillness around a slow heart. Philosophers out of the earth, they breathe into the secret sky. Where they reach with ease and grace and find, I reach to the sinew’s lengt...
1. Many thanks, Berowne.
2. Thank you, CC.
3. They do indeed, Bekkie. And then poets come along & anthropomorphise them!
4. Thanks, Kathe. Much appreciated.
5. Hi Marja-Leena. Many thanks. When I was in BC the only forest I spent time in was around Hicks Lake. Somewhat tamer, I think!
6. Thank you, Sandra.
7. My thanks, Elena.
8. Happy to be classic, Rommy! Many thanks.
9. Hi, Kass. Thank you.
11. Thanks for the regular support, Helena. Much appreciated.
12. There's nothing more impassive than a fire hydrant!
13. Hi Rae. Many thanks!
And now, a commercial break! 'Green Man' & many other poems can be found in my collection 'Ancient Lights', obtainable from: http://www.phoeniciapublishing.com/ancient-lights.html
Commented Mar 26, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so...
Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so certain, implacable, even when fallen, each one a manifesto proposing stillness around a slow heart. Philosophers out of the earth, they breathe into the secret sky. Where they reach with ease and grace and find, I reach to the sinew’s lengt...
Thanks, everyone, for the comments. Back tomorrow to respond properly.
Commented Mar 23, 2015 on Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so...
Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so certain, implacable, even when fallen, each one a manifesto proposing stillness around a slow heart. Philosophers out of the earth, they breathe into the secret sky. Where they reach with ease and grace and find, I reach to the sinew’s lengt...
Shared with The Mag. THE GREEN MAN Trees are so...
Posted Mar 22, 2015 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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13. Thank you, Rosemary. The essence of the question is somewhat bleaker than that, isn't it? The implication is that happiness as a steady state of being can only be the consequence of ignorance since the getting of wisdom must bring with it a degree of suffering.
Commented Feb 27, 2015 on Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of...
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. SOCRATES “What would you rather be?” our teacher asked us. “Socrates, wise but unhappy, or happy but ignorant pig?” The gum-chewing rockers and po...
11. And what choice would you make?
Commented Feb 26, 2015 on Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of...
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. SOCRATES “What would you rather be?” our teacher asked us. “Socrates, wise but unhappy, or happy but ignorant pig?” The gum-chewing rockers and po...
8. I waited a whole parcel of years, but stinted on the nakedness & the rain, I'm afraid!
9. Many thanks, Kass. Much appreciated.
Commented Feb 25, 2015 on Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of...
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. SOCRATES “What would you rather be?” our teacher asked us. “Socrates, wise but unhappy, or happy but ignorant pig?” The gum-chewing rockers and po...
7. Many thanks, Susie.
8. Hi Rali. I'm not sure what Socrates actually decided for himself on the issue. For him, as for all great philosophers, the question is more important than the individual answer.
9. Many thanks, Natalie. I'd been meaning to write it for a long time!
Commented Feb 25, 2015 on Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of...
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. SOCRATES “What would you rather be?” our teacher asked us. “Socrates, wise but unhappy, or happy but ignorant pig?” The gum-chewing rockers and po...
12. Thank you very much, Carrie!
Commented Feb 24, 2015 on A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING...
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING GHOSTS There’s a bucket of lights on the cliff top squatting at the track’s end and there is the great swarm of the summer dark. Its night-roots are tugged by the sea; its black branches clog the pathway. We two climb blind, both naked still un...
Shared with Imaginary Gardens... The secret of...
Posted Feb 24, 2015 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
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5. We managed to miss the gorse. The path ran between the bushes. So modesty - up to a point - was preserved!
6. As indeed it does! Thank you,
Karen.
7. I'm honoured, Helena, many thanks!
8. Thank you, Keith.
9. Many thanks, Tess. Poetry is so useful as a means whereby to ring-fence experience safely & securely!
Commented Feb 22, 2015 on A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING...
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING GHOSTS There’s a bucket of lights on the cliff top squatting at the track’s end and there is the great swarm of the summer dark. Its night-roots are tugged by the sea; its black branches clog the pathway. We two climb blind, both naked still un...
Sorry, folks, I've been away. Back shortly to respond to your comments.
Commented Feb 21, 2015 on A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING... at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING...
A second draft, shared with The Mag. BECOMING GHOSTS There’s a bucket of lights on the cliff top squatting at the track’s end and there is the great swarm of the summer dark. Its night-roots are tugged by the sea; its black branches clog the pathway. We two climb blind, both naked still un...
10. Thank you. I think!
Commented Feb 16, 2015 on A first draft, shared with Imaginary Gardens. at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
A first draft, shared with Imaginary Gardens.
A first draft, shared with Imaginary Gardens.
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