Over time she has
Refined her definition.
Swerving channels
Creasing voids.
Elsewhere raised up
In lignum capillaries.
Quicksilver tresses
Gracing lichen knapped greys.
Growing seasons gone
Held fast as a bridge.
She is unphased by winter
Lying poised for spate.
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The first Thursday in October is National Poetry Day in the United Kingdom. This year the theme is ‘Water, water everywhere’. To join in, I’ve made a new sound piece with a poem I wrote around a quarter of a century ago.
‘Implicate Order’ was inspired by several sources: the ideas of physicist David Bohm; the ‘space fiction’ of Doris Lessing; and the sensual dance of water and landscape.
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Another rainy day, with a side order of stair-rods, low cloud, and – oh-yes! – a wee bit more rain. But this is Scotland, and a damp and soggy ticket is the price of entry. Compensation comes on the days when the skies clear. Global Warming may be drying the uplands – the bogs don’t seem as boggy as when I was a young ‘un – but yet not so much that there isn’t still green a-plenty gaze upon while wandering the wonders of Scotia’s highlands.
Today my wanderings were nearer sea level, and of a more cultural hue, as I encountered Aert at the Dundee Contemporary Art Centre. ‘Infinite Jest’ is an interesting exhibition, made more so by a rainy-day lack of desire to rush about which found me with time to watch the accompanying short documentary, so I emerged informed as well as entertained. But here’s a thing…
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