Highgate Lido / Lifegardening

Someday this was a beach.

Sea sounds will still reverberate.

Perhaps they are ancient echoes of a soon-to-be Brighton.

I think perhaps a lifeguard chair ought to be in view.

Perhaps people will bring their buckets and plant waves of nasturtiums crashing up the shingle.

A floral wave machine.

And the inevitable ice cream truck.

People came here for leisure, and pleasure.

Some still do.

Not many, and the pleasures are a bit more opaque.

It’s a bit scary how leisure, escape, and displacement can get all mixed up.

Where flight and refuge are indistinguishable.

All the more reason for that lifeguard’s chair.

Because the shore is where things collect.

Brought together by waves, and gravity.

In jumbles, and job lots.

For beachcombers to contemplate, and sometimes to say hello and goodbye in the same moment.

All that arriving and departing can be exhausting.

So perhaps we should be making these places more welcoming, more salubrious.

Perhaps by creating some tidepools, or something a bit more organised, more garden-like.

A place to gather and marvel before the next wave sweeps in.

Post 1273 by dglp

Published on March 17, 2018 ~ 03:07 PM

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Word Links

Poems derived from Twitter messages.
poetweet.com.br/?p=AN0YDOycjM&lang=en

There’s also a set of generators at Language is a Virus

Post 1268 by dglp

Published on March 15, 2018 ~ 09:41 AM

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Words of Purpose

A form asked me about my ambitions. I forget for what and whom the form
was for, and I never finished it.
But it seems that this line might prove useful at some other time.

To meet my own needs while caring for the planet and people around me.
If possible, to leave an expressive and positive legacy.

Post 1267 by dglp

Published on March 12, 2018 ~ 12:01 PM

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Space & Excess

We express ourselves through excess. We also survive on excess. What we do with things that are surplus to requirements says a lot about how we live.

Excess is a bunch of things. Not just any bunch, though not far off either.

Excess can be words, but it’s more often gestures. All that energy thrown off by the sun. A more efficient star would recycle that energy. Perhaps that what black holes are: no excess. But nature hardly work that way. It prefers to send energy everywhere, where it does things in other ways, for other purposes.

Fruit is by nature excess. All those berries. Any one of which could be a new bush. Most of which goes to feed other creatures, us included.

A stalk of grass grows as per its own requirements, then dies, becoming excess, and gives over to some other process and purpose.

 

Post 1265 by dglp

Published on March 8, 2018 ~ 09:40 AM

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