Last setting of the light – 2016
Leaves will return
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(Saw a kingfisher today, for only the second time, so 2016 has largely redeemed itself).
Best wishes to all in 2017 and thanks for the support, collaboration, discussion and walking. More to come …
Now playing: Anna Thorvaldsdottir – In the Light of Air, performed by the International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE).
To begin the journey, we congregate almost four hundred years after Jonson. In front of the Palace walls, a set of variations in muted ochre, the orange pantile roof catches weak strands of sunlight on this September morning …
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Tales for Travellers and Travellers Tales … walking in the footsteps of Ben Jonson
It was a delight to be part of this wonderful project where we took Ben Jonson out for a walk in September.
Rebecca Crowther has documented the activities of all who took part in a new website which records our nine mile social walk from Culross to Dunfermline. Here you’ll find some background to the project, photographs, a short video, sound recordings of our interactive stops along the way and our own contribution from Murdo Eason.
Some extracts below:
still
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In a quiet place
I watch the sky
fall to earth.
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A few leaves
cast adrift, circle
as clouds and trees
slip silently below
the skin of water
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The sock & coulter symbol of the plough. A farmer’s life, turning soil, slowly returning to the land
You can find it all here:
Tales for Travellers and Travellers Tales … walking in the footsteps of Ben Jonson
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Conflux of cobbles
Walking against
Autumn’s wake
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Deep Time
Shore Line
F r e s c o
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a scattering of jewels
criss-cross streams
of early morning light
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drifting
at the edges
meaning, slipping
away
from the words
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...
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Godot Tree
Waiting
For leaves
To fall
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Autumn morning / City pastoral
(King’s Stables Road, Edinburgh. Horse and cattle markets were held weekly in this road from 1477 until 1911)
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Underfoot
the spaces in between
One cracked cobble
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“Several whales have come in upon this coast
Anno 1652, one, eighty feet in length”
Moby Dick (Supplied by a Sub-Sub-Librarian) – on the Fife coast.
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No still life:
Foraging wasps, drunk
on autumnal colour
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Always good to head for a higher perspective. On the way, counsel from the elephant wood shaman.
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Towards the brow of the hill:
a wind blown tree;
an apparition,
forming in the sky
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Always the tracks
of footfall
beyond the now
of time
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Frost already underfoot/ A smothering of darkness/ Celestial lights & the eerie glow of the petrochemical plant/ A heron stalks the shadows
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Now Playing: Robin Hayward – Stop Time (favourite piece of music of the year).
That time of day in December when the last flicker of light gives way to shadow and smothering darkness
The sea a dark mirror, pulling down the sky
Time of the Vanishing ( )
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Time of retreat
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From the shore at Limekilns, 3rd December 2016, around 16.50.
Now playing: Loren Connors – Blues: The Dark Paintings of Mark Rothko
