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

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

the news from here in 200 words

Owl song threading the valley at dawn. Now four finches placed at symmetrical intervals on a line. Soft fine rain; convolvulus trumpets open and drinking. I notice they're pentagonal – esoterically five-petalled flowers belong to the feminine principle and the Great Goddess. I climb through the canopy-tunnel of the fallen ash – micro-forest of ganglia.

The dog's 'holding her own', though not her food; I hand-feed her as I do my mother in the care home when I visit. (Unlike my mother the dog throws gloop around the room.) I can be distressed at both situations; or I can see this attention-giving as a kind of prayer. 

Israel's released 1000 Palestinians for a young Israeli soldier; let's hope that helps relations.

In Sweden Kurdish refugees facing deportation to Iran have sewn their mouths shut in protest. Iran is executing people at an average rate of two a day (see

How to speak of this? There are times to shout; times when words don't go far enough, when only silence will do.

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