I am preparing for a trip south! Living in the north that is what is said up here. South. Just south. Nothing more specific than that. Just like vice versa going north. Just north.
In any case I shall be filming on Sat not for a specific project but because it may be of interest. A visit to Ralph Steadman an artist who has worked extensively with Adrian Mitchell and also Hunter S Thomson. Both have recently died and I am sure Mr Steadman has been deeply affected.
We shall be visiting his studio to pick out drawings for the latest Mitchell book, so that should be fascinating.
Other than that I want to see Annette Messager's exhibition at the Hayward Gallery "The Messengers". I have always really liked her work and felt close to her concerns. This is the first retrospective in this country ever, and long overdue.
Hopefully there will also be time to go to the Triennale at the Tate.
This is an art trip more than a poetry one, usually they are combined and with filming too.
Seeing my oldest and bestest friend Paul will be a big bonus and a treat!
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Orchard
Klimt: Orchard with Roses
I have been dreaming about an orchard with fruit trees. For years I have found that word ORCHARD so evocative. The Cherry Orchard of course but also in the sense of memory. Going off on our bicycles my friend Anne and I would go to orchards with meadows in between the trees and set out a blanket, drink tea and read our library books. That is how I like to remember my summers! Reading in orchards.
Also, who was it that said stolen fruit tastes better?
Here at Sheep Cottage I inherited three fruit trees, two apple and one Victoria plum. One of the apples is a cooking apple.
Just the other day in anticipation of spring I ordered four more fruit trees. A cherry, another apple, a pear and another plum. My dream of an orchard is slowly getting there.
My son teases me because I have been calling the three trees at the bottom of the garden "the orchard" since I moved here. I have hung up a hammock, there is a bird house...
Now I am wondering where to plant the new ones...
Orchards somehow are synonymous with pleasure, childhood summers, dreams, melancholy even...I like to visit them world over; olive trees, pomegranate, almond...
Also orchards need labour but the yield is divine. We need our bees!
I have been dreaming about an orchard with fruit trees. For years I have found that word ORCHARD so evocative. The Cherry Orchard of course but also in the sense of memory. Going off on our bicycles my friend Anne and I would go to orchards with meadows in between the trees and set out a blanket, drink tea and read our library books. That is how I like to remember my summers! Reading in orchards.
Also, who was it that said stolen fruit tastes better?
Here at Sheep Cottage I inherited three fruit trees, two apple and one Victoria plum. One of the apples is a cooking apple.
Just the other day in anticipation of spring I ordered four more fruit trees. A cherry, another apple, a pear and another plum. My dream of an orchard is slowly getting there.
My son teases me because I have been calling the three trees at the bottom of the garden "the orchard" since I moved here. I have hung up a hammock, there is a bird house...
Now I am wondering where to plant the new ones...
Orchards somehow are synonymous with pleasure, childhood summers, dreams, melancholy even...I like to visit them world over; olive trees, pomegranate, almond...
Also orchards need labour but the yield is divine. We need our bees!
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Monday, 2 March 2009
March as in we march into the future Spring
March. A new month. Harbinger of spring.
March April May are Spring
June July August are Summer
September October November are Autumn
December January February are Winter
Supposedly.
When I step outside I see signs of spring increasing daily.
From snowdrops, to primroses, to small buds filling out, a few pussy willows...
And even if it gets cold again, even if it does snow, we get icy roads and chilly winds spring will eventually arrive. It always does.
That is important to remember.
Like when you fly, on the ground it may be a cloudy even rainy day and then you take off in the plane and you rise above the clouds and low and behold the sun is shining!
I see that as a metaphor for life. Step back. See things from a different perspective and...
In the kitchen window this green chili is slowly turning red as it ripens.
In the garden there are fists of bright red as the rhubarb rises out of the ground.
The pheasant comes daily to eat what drops onto the ground from the birds tapas bar.
The cats go out more and more and have unfortunately started hunting again.
The longer evenings give me more energy.
Spring is the season of hope for me.
March April May are Spring
June July August are Summer
September October November are Autumn
December January February are Winter
Supposedly.
When I step outside I see signs of spring increasing daily.
From snowdrops, to primroses, to small buds filling out, a few pussy willows...
And even if it gets cold again, even if it does snow, we get icy roads and chilly winds spring will eventually arrive. It always does.
That is important to remember.
Like when you fly, on the ground it may be a cloudy even rainy day and then you take off in the plane and you rise above the clouds and low and behold the sun is shining!
I see that as a metaphor for life. Step back. See things from a different perspective and...
In the kitchen window this green chili is slowly turning red as it ripens.
In the garden there are fists of bright red as the rhubarb rises out of the ground.
The pheasant comes daily to eat what drops onto the ground from the birds tapas bar.
The cats go out more and more and have unfortunately started hunting again.
The longer evenings give me more energy.
Spring is the season of hope for me.
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