t y p e
experience passes: typeing, type, and now.
Tag: poet
oh, to be
ordinary and extraordinary in time that does not matter.
Let me share this story one day
artist backwards [I was young] I walked into science. My Granny loved to tell how I could sleep whilst still standing: an ability that I lost before my Granny died. … Continue reading Let me share this story one day
from End to End
This short artistic film is about a gardener, who I call ‘the gentle gardener’. This Victorian gardener carried the same name as me. He died in 1885 aged 57 years: … Continue reading from End to End
“Every word I think of does not seem enough”
I am not religious but in coming across this gravestone by chance on Tuesday, I found myself tearful. The grave is in Clunyhill Cemetery, Forres, and the words are by … Continue reading “Every word I think of does not seem enough”
[ W A V E R L E Y ]
sixty years since they were buried in the graveyard sixty years since they were loved.
Canto Two
Dylan said listen to it pass – listen. Nabokov did not believe in it. Einstein talked about it relatively. Evidence may be bound but experience is not: Time passes time … Continue reading Canto Two
Girgenti: footnotes and forget-me-nots
Introducing Girgenti At Girgenti you can still hear two girls sing. Girgenti followed Paestum From Thimble Row to Discoveries:
Discoveries at Gigenti
This is my final film on Girgenti:
Mulberry tree
When as a family we first came to Bridge of Allan, almost twenty years ago now, I planted a Mulberry Tree in our front garden. I have always been fond … Continue reading Mulberry tree
Canto One
This is from life, I was there: exploring secrets hidden behind shapes, colours and scents – the smell of that philadelphus, god almighty! In Canto One I lived on, flew … Continue reading Canto One
