Journey of Words

Tag: Memory

  • on time

    immersed in Ernauxeverything seen in contextlives in parallel ~ CLP 19/02/2023 →

  • on time

    how long? six years henceimages emerge from miststone water tower ~ n.b. Returning sharpens the eye, re-draws mis-shaped memories. CLP 18/02/2023 →

  • on life

    temporal beingsphysical, spiritualexperience? dream? ~ CLP 16/02/2023 →

  • on time

    nothing to see hereit’s everywhere else you lookglass house, stones to hand ~ n.b. Seems like these days, everyone carries a pocketful of stones, just in case, but that’s Social Media for you. CLP 19/01/2023 →

  • on history

    immediatelyall dreams dissolved, fear took gripeach day feels endless ~ n.b. Faith in The Great Healer crumbles, as Time slows and every single second chews up and spits out another a piece of the soul, in slow motion. Ever done something you wish you had not? CLP 17/01/2023 →

  • on time

    different but the samemorning light yet to arriveready to depart ~ CLP 15/01/2023 →

  • on time

    return anywherenever quite what it had beenif memory’s true ~ n.b. We rely on our versions of events, people, places to negotiate each day. Confusion comes with fading memory. Understanding comes with wisdom. Truth is defined by the storytellers. CLP 26/12/2022 →

  • on Ukraine

    Russia’s Christmas plansgifts of death, destruction, griefwe cannot forget ~ n.b. Ukraine’s Christmas festivities start from 7th January. Russian attacks on Kherson and Bakhmut are designed to spread the word that the terror continues, so our slow news holidays are filled with gloom. CLP 24/12/2022 →

  • on country houses

    next time you visitask where from the money stemsplantations, mines, mills ~ n.b. Wow! Look at that beautiful house! Wonderful gardens and lakes. Magnificent gates! The estate wall runs for miles. Wonderful paintings. 1642-1660 the English Revolution that utterly failed and we’re still paying for that failure. CLP 19/12/2022 →

  • on ice

    I fell through, aged fivechest deep, my sister in tooburied memories ~ n.b. Sadness as old as winter itself, children falling through ice while playing, excited by the magic ice promises. I cannot imagine the inconsolable grief the parents must be experiencing. CLP 14/12/2022 →