7 June 2014


4 May 2014

It will not be for long

29 April 2014

.. Today
I’m filled with the fading memory of those flowers
that we both loved ..

.. while our eyes fill
with tears.
Of love, abiding love
it will be telling
though too weak a wash of crimson
colors it
to make it wholly credible ..


William Carlos Williams, from “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

To speak

27 April 2014

The Book of Job 7:1-21

1 – “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

2 – As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,

3 – so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4 – When I lie down, I say,’When shall I arise, and the night be gone? ‘I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

5 – My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

6 – My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7 – Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

8 – The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

9 – As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

10 – He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11 – “Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 – Am I a sea, or a sea monster,that you put a guard over me?

13 – When I say, ‘My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;’

14 – then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:

15 – so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.

16 – I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

17 – What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,

18 – that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?

19 – How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

20 – If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

21 – Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.”


17 April 2014


14 April 2014



O Rose thou art sick

10 April 2014

O Rose thou art sick

..Sweet tortures fly on mystery wings
Pure evil is when flowers sing
My heart,
My heart is a rose..


17 February 2014

Comme un oiseau

29 December 2013


28 December 2013

.. Forging bluebell words with every beat ..


*music: Sieben, bonus track from the “Ogham Inside the Night’/‘Sex and Wildflowers” 2CD reissue

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