Wednesday 8 July 2009

fragments of conversation

the language of birdsong, of art and of science
mole motorways and insect paths
the myriad histories carried by the land
a butterfly emerging from the skull of a deer
the smell of musk thistles
the eternal shift of the coastline and the human desire for stability

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  1. posted this comment to Claire by mistake, meant it in response to you!
    this brings it all back so beautifully
    you remember different things
    i remember the dip of the land as we came down the path from bards hill
    over walsey hills
    i did the walk two day later with my brother
    we went much faster
    it went by in a blur

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  2. Salt House

    A bee wolf eats wasps
    Honeysuckle grows bold
    The sea is breathing sand

    A paper world is plundered
    Woodbine twines to heaven
    Sand is breathing water

    A mansion is destroyed
    A river of flowers is trumpeted
    Wave and stone are one

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