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I was born to a ballerina and a ship's captain under incredibly twinkly stars in Northumberland, Then there were storms. And after every storm comes calm. In the seemingly hum-drum, everyday routine of life, magic comes; in the poem: 'Glue-man on the Wobbly Bridge. Cape finds unexpected light over the river Thames: ' What joy there is, in the wild, unexpected seconds of a midnight rendezvous on London's forbidden bridge!' Words waterfall. From our bustling, crystal-pulse beating, mobile-phone-filled days and trains: 'We can shape-shift,' a ticket collector says in the poem Morpeth-Newcastle station. (Three quid, one way. 4.50 return). Yes, we CAN shift: to the greatest ceremonies of time, and to those we are currently inventing. Shift from office to copse, and the rock shelters of Northumberland moors; shift from trains and planes, to the known and unknown plains of dreams; dreamt up in terraced living-rooms, and suburban days... of the different ways that light plays on landscapes in Holland, America, India, England; Shift from mud to grass, and concrete to stone, from wind to rain to sun. Gan on. Stretch! Run! Dream! |
Celebrate Life! Earth is calling Trees are drumming Plants are singing Animals dancing Wolves crying And I'm weaving Patterns through The soft leaves Lying on the emerald ground by a stone. Let us weave circles Spirals with mother earth Celebrate The energy of life Ride a thunderbird Fly a butterfly Flowers and symbols And bang another drum. Let?s celebrate life. Thai Girl on a train You have closed your eyes now two crescent moons, your lashes close together, the curling petals kising the painted pollens and toils collected unwittingly and known... |
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CoSMiC: the book by Carl Cape.
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