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White Rose

robin — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 15:51:24 +0000

I love The little white rose Outside My window… She has withstood The elemental forces With all her petals Intact… And I have watched, Deeply impressed, By her immutable nobility In the face Of all winter’s worst Warnings… This little white rose In continual bloom… I love you little white rose For being A true friend…

A Muse On John Lennon -1981

robin — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 20:38:24 +0000

How would John Lennon deal with his assassin? – I think, as a man of peace, he would hold no vengeance against someone who was as much a tool of fate as himself. The lawyer for Mark Chapman holds up a copy of J.D.Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye” and says to reporters – “The key to Lennon’s death [...]

Xmas Poem

robin — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:20:22 +0000

Birth 2000 years of birth. Each moment, A new moment, A rebirth of being All the varying miracles Of new materialisation In the visible Pico seconds of time Lost to everything. Birth of self And this (k)newness Each day For 2000 years A child Born In Bethlehem.

Cosmic Whores

robin — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 08:04:57 +0000

Razor red edge of dawn ride Sky orange; Burning silver sun, She threads the spinning web of day. Dark battles fade off, faraway, Set players for another play. Life’s scene goes on quite in between, A see-saw set in what is seen ‘Cos senses sent, perceive the dream…

And you enchantresses, cosmic whores, Space’s beauty ‘tis in all, with all, Your delicate graces can do no [...]

Barry Flanagan & Albert Munsell

robin — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 18:24:08 +0000

In 1991, after ‘retiring from trade’ as Flanagan put it, he commissioned me to find a book entitled “A Color Notation” written in 1905 by Albert Munsell who lived in Massachusetts. This system of defining color by hue, value and chroma Munsell invented so he and his friend, Robert Louis Stevenson who lived in California, could [...]

Venice Beach Mentation

robin — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 19:00:52 +0000

Something Mickey Reynolds said to me in Copenhagen suddenly springs to mind – “Robin you better believe it, there is a war going on now, all over the world. Everyone has their part to play.” Sat, here, now, by the Pacific Ocean, wind whipping white walls of silver sun streaked waves. Life’s rhythm – I remember Mickey Reynolds –‘The [...]

Within Moments

robin — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 21:24:55 +0000

Within moments perceived only by signs There are no symbols or enchantments To match harmonic prisms brilliance In times woven breath, that breathes a dawn, We may merge to be at one, with oneness, To be a piece of all that’s whole And so become a part of all this, That we who trespass, cannot scorn.