green peppered with white

the clouds shook, the green hair of the sod got peppered with white, — and then only the tips, green over grey, stiff in the breeze, unmoving. the knife in my hands, sticky with what oranges produce, the sharp spray in my nostrils, stopping, for a moment, what revolves in the dark. i open mīn […]

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exotically grey

There! A nuthatch flourishes  Like something exotic High above the brown and the black of the trees. His song is thrilled About small worms and big challenges: To feed. To be warm. To seek Life above all things. Blue, grey and nicely orange, Sing, sing and cling To the branch upside down — Dive deep […]

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potato remembrances

They stole my birthdays Buried, unearthed, blind In the ripped sod, they Lied to everyone. So important The whole world stopped To pick them up. When the light is just so, And a whiff of wood- smoke is not scattered Among the leaves about to die, They come back to haunt me, Raw, dirt-covered and […]

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star-sharpened stones

As stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]

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Rudens kā rudens

Rudens kā rudens; Rudenām šķipsnām Iešalcas lapas Zaļganām maliņām — Čukstu čauksti sabirst Pelēkā zālē. Saule neizbalē, Tā pārzied Dzeltenās kļavās, tā Sabirzt piecstūŗa plēksnēs Un aizplakš mums garām. Rudens kā rudens, Oranžām malām Zilu dūmaku tālumā.

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droplets of sun

Standing under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]

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Thoughts on ‘The Flying Dutchman’ as Sung in the LNO on 30 September 2018

The Latvian National Opera strikes again. Opera consists of so many things. The getting-to. The Audience. The Dark Silence whilst the orchestra plays the overture. This time someone had taken the audience in consideration and showed little Roman numbers of the actual Acts of the play up front so people could follow the major themes […]

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underpinned

Let me select, From a list, uninterrupted, A sheet of moonlit rain, Add hail And welcome you to the darker days. The leatherly leaves Have left, unrecovered, Their posts up high And blackbirds Compete with starlings and crows. Untie my eyes So that we see, unchallenged The song of going under, And stay Still amongst […]

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to a tree in September

You too grow yellow as the sun enters the equinox. The shadows cut sharp against the pale clouds merged with the haze Where the sea breathes Another storm. Your branches lose the whispering weight and turn to silver. Chattering starlings come and throng away whistling an almost wedding song. The seeds have scattered for small […]

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A discussion fit for this day:

GoT, Season 7, e6 17:43-18:06 Beric Dondarrion: I don’t think it’s our purpose to understand. Except one thing– we’re soldiers. We have to know what we’re fighting for. I’m not fighting so some man or woman I barely know, can sit on a throne made of swords. Jon Snow: So, what are you fighting for? […]

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Game of Thrones, Season 6

This was a season almost likeable. The theme of violence, of course, continues stretching and developing. The scenery, all of it, is breathtaking. The detail of the sets is amazing, stunning even. The speakers of Dothraki and Valyrian have learned to speak Dothraki and Valyrian (compared to the initial seasons). The Winter and the Long […]

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GoT Season 5

Maybe there is hope for the show in terms of maturity. Not the “mature content” maturity, but thoughtfulness, or something less flesh, more spirit maturity. With overdogs dead, underdogs slowly claw to the surface. Many experiences of Winter getting closer and closer, more darkness, swordplay, frozenness and white walkers enter on cue. Jon Snow gets […]

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GoT Season 4

Darkness, politics and religion unite to deliver a mushy picture. Upside: The filming locations are fabulous. Gorgeous even. The Dragon Queen and lady Sansa start developing into some notable characters. The dwarf Lannister pays his debts, or many of them. Finally, we get rid of prince Joffrey, whose thoughtless violence and evil for the sake […]

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GoT Season 3

Summary: Nekkidness, violence, more violence and gore. Observations. A mother’s love can sprout incredible cruelty if applied at a certain angle. A mother’s love can kill and kill again. If one side goes zig, the other sometimes zags, sometimes jumps. Women must manipulate as they are not given any heed openly. A nice take on […]

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thought of today

There comes a time that people get tired of being trampled over by the iron feet of oppression. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amidst the piercing chill of an Alpine November. The Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.

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the witness of castaway

I am effectively church-less. I have been made to leave the church I served, when the pastor initiated not extending my evangelist credentials on the grounds that he did not see a necessity for my ministry in this particular congregation. He initiated the process behind my back, never mentioning it to me. I had to learn […]

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holes in the universe

I cannot unlove you; when the morning sings out moonlight, as the snow turns to ashes at dawn, I gently finger the rough edges of what you left of me, leaving. Serrated, larger than life, sharp, silently seeping with something red. It is cold, the snow scintillates, throwing tiny maroon reflections back at the mourning […]

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words that do not help

probably someone has written about this somewhere, but I do not want to research or Google or whatever. when I hurt, there are words that are the reverse of helping and encouragement. those are simple words that many people use quite a lot to express a sort of sympathy and support and encouragement when they […]

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influences

in the picture below, one can see clearly, how the King James Version has influenced how we think of a simple cup. i hope i get some time to finish the thought of the conceptual and structural metaphor here.

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the artistic licence

this is the time of post-truth. my head does not get around that notion very well. then, of course, should it, once it is the time of emotions. and so after some rumination and deliberation and suchlike, both for the purposes of exercise and clarity, here i am making a short list of what might be […]

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circles

she’ll only forget her children, pale green when the dawn deprives them of sleep. she’ll sing bitter lullabies, an aeternal dirge, primaeval and calling to all that sees light. she will look out when the night is high and all the rotten things flourish. her breath so deep, full of fragments, fragrances, thoughts catching up […]

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