Friday, 31 August 2007
changes direction like a river bends.
Day becomes night, bodies decompose
to feed roses, freeing spirits to roam.
When the earth dies (whether
at our hands or after peaceful millenia
orbiting a dying star) atoms from
Amazonian rainforests will become
part of some magnificent
beings we cannot imagine
on a helium atmosphered planet so far
away it seems beyond
the end of space.
The End for Sunday Scribblings
This poem has been translated into Spanish by Nia andcan be read as part of her post on composting.
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Problem number one, the fur had compressed too much while in storage, so was almost a felted lump to start with and it took a while to pull apart the fur. It also meant I didn't have as much fur as I thought I would, since some was unusable.
Problem number 2: I wasn't patient enough or thorough enough in my treatment of the fur. So rather than a nice uniform piece of felt, I have a raggedy mess. However as you can see from the photo there are definitely some bunny ears in there and I will use the rest as clouds in fabric collages. Plus it may look raggedy, but its a beautiful soft felt, just as you would expect to make from the fur of such a beautiful soft bunny!
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
to let in air, but this means
dirt from the city streets,
traffic noise, drunken chaos
from the bar on the corner, midnight
glass recycling from the same bar,
car alarms and fighting.
But sometimes, someone wanders
past singing Italian arias
and always birds
sing in the gardens.
An Open Window for Poetry Thursday
For another interpretation of the theme, please see my Alter Ego blog.
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Buy locally produced, organic produce where possible - The Cyrenians organic farm is just outside Edinburgh and produces a good range of vegetables, fruits, preserves and eggs. They sell their produce in our office building and at Edinburgh Farmers Market, which happens every Saturday at Castle Terrace and sells meat and cheese as well as vegetables and other produce.
Buy toiletries made from natural ingredients. Yaoh is a company in the UK that produces organic, vegan bodycare products made from hemp with no more than one or two artificial additives and none of the dangerous ones.
Buy gifts made by local crafts people or make them yourself! I love to buy crafts from the craft fairs that spring up in Edinburgh during the Festival and at Christmas.
Buy second hand, Edinburgh is full of charity shops, selling second hand items to raise money for charities. These include specialist second hand shops for books and music.
These are just a few ideas, feel free to share your ideas in the comments!
Monday, 27 August 2007
Chris Jordan will be exhibiting at the Paul Kopeikin Gallery in Los Angeles, opening Sep 8. More info at http://www.paulkopeikingallery.com/.
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Saturday, 25 August 2007
Friday, 24 August 2007
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
phone clamped to your head,
radiation tumouring your brain.
The school-roof phone mast
electrosmogs the pupils
with headaches, insomnia, memory loss.
Mining coltan in the Congo
modern day slaves
(who will never see a mobile phone)
are forced to sacrifice gorillas
on the altar
of an alien god.
I'm reposting this poem from the earlier days of this blog, to coincide with the publication on Bolts of Silk of Cell Phone Mania by Michael Lee Johnson. I have never owned a mobile phone.
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
Planting the Dunk Botanic Gardens is showing at 11.30 am at the Quaker Meeting House, Victoria Terrace until 25 August.
Monday, 20 August 2007
paints the clouds -
I've posted another haiku on daybreak on my Alter Ego blog.
Daybreak for One Deep Breath
PS - I'm really pleased that Haiku Scotland recently accepted five of my haiku for publication in their September and December 2007 issues.
Sunday, 19 August 2007
Saturday, 18 August 2007
My attitude to the Film Festival is to find the most obscure films that are probably not going to come back on general release, plus those that might but look so interesting I don't want to risk missing them.
Today I saw a wonderful American indie film (that should come back to smaller UK cinemas) - Lovely by Surprise. Its the interweaving stories of Bob, a second hand car salesman and Marian an aspiring novelist. Bob has lost the will to sell cars, instead engaging potential customers in conversation about the meaning of life and persuading them that they need to take their partner out for a nice mean more than they need to buy a car (I can so relate to this philosophy!). Marian meanwhile is struggling with her novel. Her old University tutor tells her that to address her writer's block she needs to kill one of her main characters. However Marian finds this very traumatic and her characters take on a life of their own and start to invade reality. There are at least three layers of reality in this film and its a wonderful mix of surrealism, humour and philosophy, with some excellent insights into the creative process.
Lovely by Surprise will show again 22.00, Tuesday 21 August at Cineworld.
More reviews to follow, depending on the subject matter either here or on my Alter Ego blog.
Friday, 17 August 2007
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Wide horizons of desert,
dry hard land, dust-windy and lonely,
empty but for lizards
until the houses come.
The desert populated. Aliens
unaware of beauty, the life
Wide horizons of suburbia,
smart new houses, well-furnished and lonely,
where alien lizards live.
They fought. He missing city life
stole her energy.
She missing water, drained his spirit
to dry emptiness between them,
prickly sharp with unspoken fears.
Previously published in Raindog
Monday, 13 August 2007
Friday, 10 August 2007
Thursday, 9 August 2007
I made this calendar from an old CD case. The pages are made from plain white offcuts from used office paper with pictures from magazines and the calendar months cut from the 2008 planner section of this year's diary. The case then can be reused for a 2009 calendar! Making calendars and diaries early means I'm not tempted to buy them out of laziness later in the year.
Monday, 6 August 2007
Sunday, 5 August 2007
Saturday, 4 August 2007
Richard Long: Walking and Marking, Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh
until 21 October 2007. £6/£4.
Friday, 3 August 2007
Zen and the Art of Creating: As I've been working on painting some boxes while I've been reading this book, I've noticed the Zen like state of mind that painting creates in me. Check out this post on Lunar Musings for a wonderful description of this state of creating.
Zen and the Art of Kimono Recycling - a wonderful post about the philosophy of recycling and the Aesthetics of the Handmade on True Stitches.
Thursday, 2 August 2007
Edited to add: Garden Girl has also chosen to feature the same poem A Riverscape on her blog! I'm happy to share my poetry in this way, just let me know that you're doing it, make sure you publish it with my name attached and make a link back to this blog!
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
two spurs of cartilage above
the shoulder blades; not wings,
or not quite wings,
but something like a memory of flight
locked in a chamber of bone
(from Annunciation with Zero Point Field)
and are we all like that if only we would recognise it? Life as a whole here is pervaded by:
that locked sense of robin's egg blue
at the back of a life
that never quite lost its place
in the given script
but wanted, more than anything, to rise
and go out in the dark, to where the owls
were shifting aside, unlocked from the visible world,
and the rain in the trees
was a room at the end of the mind
where what we love goes on, uninterrupted.
(from By Herodsfoot)
This extract speaks to me incredibly powerfully, though I can't articulate why. That is part of the appeal in most of these poems, they capture some aspect of life that you instinctively feel is undefinable, as I read the words I'm thinking 'that is so real' but still wouldn't be able to say what it is.
This is a collection I will read over and over, the poetry is so beautiful and insightful. In fact John Burnside os one of my favourite poets currently writing in Scotland, though in some other of his collections his work imbues nature with too much darkness and the novel of his I read was too disturbing for me to be able to finish! If you only read one book by John Burnside make it The Good Neighbour.