Tag Archives: Fife Coastal Path

Lost coordinates

Time adrift Land, sea and sky under caul of ice fog Lost coordinates.   Trace of an island? spectral ship? Ah – foreshore shaman at the prow. ≈≈≈ Now playing: Kevin Drumm – Middle of Nothing (Part 1)

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Settle / / Disperse

. Settle . . Settled / . /      / . / Disperse . Dispersed ≈ ice blue hue of early morning /     / settled setting of frozen music /     / arrowhead stave aimed at the stars /     / rhythms inked on starless starlight [ crack crack … Continue reading

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Cut Curve Circle

. . . . the curve …..and call of  ……….the coastline . . a cellular circle ……….an expanding …………………….world . Now playing: The Incredible String Band – ‘A Very Cellular Song’ from The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter.

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The Foreshore Shaman

  Enter through yellow eye into bird mind of the foreshore shaman. ≈ Come inhabit the spaces between water earth and sky.   How long have you got? I’m just biding my time sitting still, tuning in.   Listen to the wind; … Continue reading

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Coastal (Being and) Time

” ‘Nature’ is not to be understood as that which is just present-at-hand …” Martin Heidegger It is difficult to convey a sense of scale. Perched on the edge of a collapsed harbour wall, the vestiges break from the blue … Continue reading

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The Desire Line of Water

. from source to sea: the desire line of water rarely follows a straight path . . Flux -> Flow -> Gravity -> Time: all combine with light, to reveal the sounds and colours of falling water . . All of the utterances. From … Continue reading

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Alphabet Street Cipher

  .   .   .  . Now playing: The Jesus And Mary Chain – Alphabet Street (Cover).

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