Tag Archives: Fife

Plastic Baubles

Ahab’s plastic baubles scattered in the void bellies full but starving no need for The Pequod ≈≈≈ Philip Hoare. “Whales are starving – their stomachs full of our plastic waste” The Guardian, 30th March 2016. Now playing: John Cage – Litany … Continue reading

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Book Review / The Library of Congress

Delighted with this generous and perceptive review of  our book From Hill to Sea which appeared on Avocado Sweet this week.  Avocado Sweet is an eclectic mix of interesting articles on Art & Design, Architecture, Music, Writing & Film and much more. It is … Continue reading

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Ascend the Corbie Steps

On a tilt of light ascend the corbie steps.   Perch with the birds of the shadow world. ≈≈≈ A big thanks to Ms AM for the photograph. A serendipitous encounter with light, shadow, birds and time. Now playing: Seth Cluett … 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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As For the Sea

As for the sea. The sea is impossible to believe. Only by imagining it can you manage to see its reality Clarice Lispector . With one step, a stream is crossed an eye on the upland hill. . Nomadic waters … Continue reading

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Above the City: Leaving / Returning

a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time Patrick Geddes and the resourceful creatures see clearly that we are not really at home in the interpreted world Rainer Maria Rilke – The Duino … Continue reading

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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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