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Tuesday
May152012

Two Recent Readings (for special people)

 

Little Heart

Take my steps, for now my stride is four of yours 
And have my eyes, though they be not clear
Take my paws, little hand, through doors to thickets tall
We'll run together, no need to fear a fall
For my month is your minute, my year your hour
Dear is the love for you in its power 
And in the heart it will not falter, never fail
Though the cries bawl, the tears be shed, the babe will wail
Just sit upon broad shoulders, watch the world skip by so slow
And cry, for each of us forgets the falling joy inside a tear
You need not worry: know the world can hear
Blessed boy, so dear, little heart be near.

 

 

Rare Hearts

If I put my hand in your hand we can dance
Through forest oaks, out across the sand
Palm to palm through the midnight wood
Between the roots of an oak we stood
Then we laughed at the march of the clock
Warm in the hearth of together's stock
Moonlit waltz cross the silent sea
Endless the dance of you and me
On London rivers, in lisbon squares
Through city lights our footfall bare
Then slower spin the dancing pair
Caught in their web of invisible care
Slower, softer still, rare hearts
Slower, softer still, rare hearts
Now the starting gun, gladness named
The souls of the dancers are one and the same
Forever here forward will the waltz remain
Beauty in the steps, magic the refrain

 

 

 

Monday
Apr302012

The man who planted trees

 

 

 

 

One of my favourite short books, now online.

Wednesday
Apr112012

John Average

Tuesday
Apr102012

We got to get back to making things

Wednesday
Apr042012

A Lunge for the infinite, scarlet plains of dusk, to summits, through rivers, into caves, beyond dreams (a decorative life) choked

(After William Golding's dreams of hanging)

Downbeat, tempo down
Crunching bone shards
Under false light
Of magnolia shawls
How it dawdles and palls
Tempus Fugit
From fugitive strands
Badly lit
Ropes of pearl beads
Bands Noosing
Blue veins of a neck, a wrist
And a mouth cries 'shibboleth,
I'll break the world with my fist'
Your skin became a pale cloak
Mouth the noosed rope
On which I dangle
Ankles kicking south
And she's still the same
In a different place
With a different name
The waking moment crumbles
And I am the dust
Slipping the weave of the rope
Ankles kicking south

 

Tuesday
Apr032012

The narrative of the unseen

Friday
Mar022012

Bad photos of ace work by Glithero

 

 

Fils De Lune


You went barefoot, always barefoot
Soft through the tall grass of then
To dance on high lawns in light rain
To face a zen moon and bask
in the warmth of the world
Mock a swoon
Trace the tune of this
Shatter the chain and
ask endless questions
And shout about everything
Proudly howl your intentions to
Race against time and win
This is how we begin
Again
Your tall and reedy catlike grace
And the moon can barely stifle the grin
That plays upon his face
Barefoot, always barefoot
Footprints in the soot
Sashays through the grass of time
Fine in your movement, the last of the line
is the first
The world lunges in lust
Repeats her order:
hunger, thirst, trust

Monday
Feb272012

Timmy Mason Trust Auction

A PLEA FOR HELP and win some collectable surf memorabillia
Please share this among as many of your circles as possible and help children with terminal cancer.


Ebay link:
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/SIGNED-Sprout-DVD-Tour-Posters-T-shirts-Screen-Prints-Tmoe-RARE-CoLLECTABLE-/190646048706?pt=UK_Surfing&hash=item2c6363d7c2#ht_1424wt_1354


MSW Link:

You Can WIn a personal collection of stuff gathered over the years for sentimental reasons, reminding me of great surf sessions, fun time and good people I've met along the way…

Recently, I found out that one of the UK's most talented surfboard builders, Tim Mason and wife Kate, lost their 7 year old son, Timmy, to terminal cancer. Timmy was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare solid tumor, in June 2008 After 3 years of intensive treatment Timmy sadly passed away on the 11th October 2011. Anyone who has met Tim will know that he's one of the most honest and nicest people in surf culture. As a testament to this the Mason family have started a trust in Timmy's name to help other children and their families when they most need support.

Not only do i think that's an amazingly benevolent act but Timmy is an inspiration in himself. Tim was quoted in a BBC article as saying;

"He never cried. His spirit was very much to help others," Tim said. 

This little boy is twice the man I am.

Tim continues "When Timmy died our battle against cancer did not stop. We wanted to continue fighting cancer. That way we did not feel the battle had been lost."

"We hope to help as many as we can, as best we can, and know this is exactly what Timmy would have wanted."
When you hear news like that having stuff stuck on a shelf for sentimental reasons just seems such a waste. So this is an auction for these collectables where all money received will go to The Timmy Mason Trust so that Timmy's legacy may live on, helping other children when they need it most. This is the vital bit. In order to become a fully fledged charity in the UK Timmy's Trust needs £5000 in the bank through donations to achieve official charity status. So any money raised through this auction will be a great help in establishing the Trust and most importantly getting the money to this children and families who are suffering.

It would be great if this could be achieved as soon as possible, and Tim and Kate know children who a suffering a great deal and have but months to live, so the sooner these donations can be released the greater chance their remaining time can be spent as positively as possible.
  1. A signed copy of 'Sprout' by surfers Dane Peterson and Belinda Baggs (digipak gatefold DVD with booklet)
  2. Sprout Summer Fall U.S. Coastal Tour 2004 Promotional poster print on heavyweight paper stock
  3. This is Killer Mollusk Family Show Event Screen print Poster on heavyweight paper stock celebrating surf artists and musicians
  4. The Present U.S. Tour 2009 promotional poster
  5. Thomas Campbell 'Sing Ding a Ling' Exhibition promotional poster celebrating art show in the Netherlands (has been previously folded)
  6. Green Michel Junod Surfboards Logo T-shirt - Logo designed by Thomas Campbell (home of the Pignar Breadbasket Supreme model)
  7. Black Channel Islands Surfboards t-shirt (Al Merricks boards with team riders such as Rob Machado, Kelly Slater and Tom Curren)
  8. Issue of Carve magazine - British surf magazine with containing interview with Thomas Campbell on the making of Sprout (issue 57 May 2003)

If you can't afford to bid then please consider donating to Timmy's Trust by following this link http://www.timmystrust.org/#/donate/4559772595any amount, however large or small will make a direct difference to a childs life. And if you can't give anything financial but you have something you could donate to the auction then please, let me know!!!


Please keep an eye open for other auctions treating to the trust. Tim is shaping surfboards to auction throughout year, and a few chaps have donated their own items, from surfboards, to books, to DVD's. All items being auctioned can bee seen here;http://www.timmystrust.org/#/auction/4560403965

 

Thursday
Jan262012

Dittany #2 - For Ra

Wednesday
Jan252012

All I've Found (George Greenough)

All I've Found (George Greenough) - Sea Movies from www.KORDUROY.tv on Vimeo.

 

More ace stuff from Australia and the Switch-foot laboratory... How good is this track by Shannon! Shannon is pure stoke and one of the most diverse and accomplished musicians anywhere. 

 

I was glad recently to hear that Surfing World had published a story by George, which includes my first encounter with a shark.

 

Daniel Crockett wrote this bit in 2003. 'Look back at the beach and just as the eyes swivel back around to the horizon something big comes out of the water. As it leisurely breaks the surface, it twists over onto its side, before neatly disappearing 20 meters away from me and over 200 meters out from the beach. I scream like a little girl, adrenalin courses like never ever before in any situation. Scramble for a little one, clutching at straws, ride in and prone out, arms flailing like wind chimes in a storm. The water takes on a nightmarish black hue and the wave peters out. 40 meters of deep gutter and now the fear really starts. Convulsions sweep my body, almost bucking me off my board. Gibbering like a child, a petrified child I hit the beach and don't stop running until I am by my car. I know the meaning of fear.'