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John Pendrey
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Aerial Acrobats
The evening sky burst heavenly blue and fantastically a couple of Martins flew. They soared, they dived, and stalled, acrobats on high catching insects in the sky.

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Autumn Prayers
Above me, beneath me, falling to earth, Autumn prayers.

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Autumn Prayers
Autumn Prayers Above me, beneath me, and falling to earth, Autumn prayers.

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Kokoro
Kokoro You will gain little from these words set adrift from my emotional ebb and flow. This afternoon a crack of lighting woke me from a dream. Out of the darkness a blinding flash lit stone slabs and mountain peaks. I'd found the stone tablets on a mounta...

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Kokoro

You will gain little from these words set adrift from my emotional ebb and flow.

This afternoon a crack of lighting woke me from a dream. Out of the darkness a blinding flash lit stone slabs and mountain peaks. I'd found the stone tablets on a mountain. They were 21 century copies but I was impressed as the writing sizzled in the rain but it wasn't the tablets that were important. It was the illumination by lightning.

I had been reading, 'Kokora' by Soseki and its fatal pessimism clung to me. Empathising with the characters had the effect of recalling in exquisite detail the lives of tragic characters in my own life. It was as if a spotlight, out of my control, illuminating them, all unhappy and insane, one sadly dead.

A spotlight can light up many things. I once worked a carbon arc spotlight at The American Ice Show in Istanbul. I was so ill with dysentery that walking to the show and following the skaters round with my arc light was all my conscious life. The hissing arc light would sometimes even wander off randomly and illuminate someone in the audience until an American voice on the headphone woke me.

That arc light has given me hope, a vision beyond human kind. We can choose what we shine our light on, what we focus on and what we see. Our whole vision can be transformed. In Van Gogh's case an 'ordinary' young girl was significant.
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Bothy in Scotland Part1
We arrived at the bothy and I looked in the window to a dark interior. On my mind was "The Hill Farmer Speaks" by R. S. Thomas. I saw my reflection with the mountains behind, 'reflections of the way life used to be', farm buildings in ruins and this last ho...

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BOTHY in SCOTLAND PART 2
Children's Song by R. S. Thomas
We live in our own world,
A world that is too small
For you to stoop and enter
Even on hands and knees,
The adult subterfuge.
And though you probe and pry
With analytic eye,
And eavesdrop all our talk
With an amused look,
You cannot find the centre
Where we dance, where we play,
Where life is still asleep
Under the closed flower,
Under the smooth shell
Of eggs in the cupped nest
That mock the faded blue
Of your remoter heaven.
http://youtu.be/H8v-uc-DI7g
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BOTHY In SCOTLAND PART 1

We arrived at the bothy and I looked in the window to a dark interior. On my mind was "The Hill Farmer Speaks" by R. S. Thomas. I saw my reflection with the mountains behind, 'reflections of the way life used to be', farm buildings in ruins and this last house, long deserted.
"I am the farmer, stripped of love
And thought and grace by the land's hardness;
But what I am saying over the fields'
Desolate acres, rough with dew,
Is Listen, listen, I am a man like you....."
http://youtu.be/H8v-uc-DI7g
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"Umeniko" Cherry Poem
John Blog Snow flurry melts on "Umeniko" or Snow flakes melt on cherry blossom. I am honoured with this translation into Japanese is by Hitomi Sato. Thank you! 我が庭の 愛し桜の 花びらに 積もりし雪の 解けししづくよ waga-niwa-no itoshi-sakura-no hanabira-ni tsumorishi-yuki-no tokesh...

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Woodcock - poem
Walking through my one wood often at the edges I surprise a snipe or woodcock, whose jagged path  defies my ageing eyes. Every day this happens but today it's fatal path  flew towards the house  where striking the window instantly it died. Beautiful plumage...
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