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Sunday, April 24, 2011


He is Risen! Yew...

Friday, April 22, 2011

Art's Neurosis

A memory of Kreisler once:
At some recital in this same city,
The seats all taken, I found myself pushed
On to the stage with a few others,
So near that I could see the toil
Of his face muscles, a pulse like a moth
Fluttering under the fine skin,
And the indelible veins of his smooth brow.

I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,
Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,
As we sat there or warmly applauded
This player who so beautifully suffered
For each of us upon his instrument.

So it must have been on Calvary
In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:
The men standing by and that one figure,
The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,
Making such music as lives still.
And no one daring to interrupt
Because it was himself that he played
And closer than all of them the God listened.

R.S. Thomas - The Musician

Thursday, April 21, 2011

And He Takes

The hand that gives and takes...
internet is back up and running. Yew.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Ooolala. Swift right peeler. More of these please....

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Cold Tree

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
-Sylvia Plath (from The Moon and the Yew Tree)

Monday, April 11, 2011

Dead Ship A-Towing

Like it or hate it... the ship has arrived for a water grave.

Sunday, April 10, 2011


My recent score... Naval Architecture of Planing Hulls by Lindsay Lord.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Death Rattle

The age-long death rattle of sandstone by an insistent sea. Macs Point NSW.

The Spanish Bowline will be firing on all pistons soon.... holidays are coming. Listen! I can hear them...