from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?


– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.


Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.


Roselle Angwin

Sunday, 17 April 2011

already more on mermaids

I was going to follow my last post with two things: one was the story of how the Mermaid of Zennor apparently lured young Mattie Trewella to his death; and then, when I could summon the energy and time, some ideas from the perspective of archetypal psychology on the myth/story – crudely and simplistically Disneyfied (grrrrrr) in the C20th  – of The Little Mermaid.

But from left field and synchronistically comes this from my sister:

http://certainhush.blogspot.com/2011/04/mermaids-and-poets.html

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