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Never Any Clouds

Days at Laurel Lake 7

Rhododendron bud. 12:35 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. an extract from ‘A Man in Assynt’, by Norman MacCaig [from the Scottish Poetry Lubrary] Who owns this landscape? Has owning anything to do with love? For it and I have a love-affair, so ...

Days at Laurel Lake 6

Gifts. Luca, casting. 8:20 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. from Frederic Gros, “A Philosophy of Walking.”, Ch. 7. Solitudes ‘They tell this story about a wise pilgrim: he was following a long road, under a dark stormy sky, down a valley in whose ...

Days at Laurel Lake 5

Vase. 3:40 PM, Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. And I still cannot shake off what happened in the Eurozone and what has been done in Greece. [Against the backdrop of friends and wished-for-friends passing away in recent weeks.] Don’t the reapers ...

Days at Laurel Lake 1

Kiran and Lindsay. Laurel Lake, NH. July, 2015. I am thinking of, and wishing I had known, Norman MacCaig… Other Self My inmost creature, Caliban perhaps, Perhaps St Francis (at least, a sort of dunce) Sits, like a Chinese sage listening to A ...