tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post8713555680285416048..comments2024-03-01T06:20:29.087+00:00Comments on qualia and other wildlife: gayageumsrosellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-91963080431249290302014-02-23T16:51:58.063+00:002014-02-23T16:51:58.063+00:00Yes, It's grim. We were there to 'improve ...Yes, It's grim. We were there to 'improve it'. I think the Hepworth piece is in Tate St Ives, or was - I remember it. Islands = Aeolian harps - lovely. Synaesthesia. Our house in the lee. Liked the ref. Rxrosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-30100900415410870482014-02-23T15:49:26.286+00:002014-02-23T15:49:26.286+00:00Thanks Roselle. Ah yes, I remember the Cotswold Wa...Thanks Roselle. Ah yes, I remember the Cotswold Water Park – one of the worst walks we've ever done, in heat, through rowdy crowds all barbecuing by the water, the yachts and the brash St Tropez-ish (I imagine, having never been!) houses. A bad day to choose. I'm sure the Bulrush bridge is still worth a visit, though – maybe in winter.<br />Very much like your verse – really conjures the feel of spoiled earth – especially 'earth's multiple hysterectomies'.<br />Re: B Hepworth at St Ives – I found my 2004 poem about her exhibition which moved me a great deal. There are sculptures there, of motherhood, I think, which use strings across gaps for the wind to play. I always see islands as being like Aeolian harps. Another buffeting day here, too; booms, creaks and rushing sounds – our house far out at sea today.<br />Miriam xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com