primordial process

alwayasearching

No  things, no time,

Just Process

Process, Process.

Continual becoming,

Such pressure ongoing!

Creation from  whence

The Big Bang  came.

But it’s happening

All the time,

All the time.

But I am here with a vertex

A point of view

A perspective

Anything can happen

Tho’ common things

Happen frequently.

Everything is everywhere

All the time.

Just wait and observe.

By the Law of Least Action

At random apparently

The universe is built.

Common events occur commonly

And I can choose

As I am conscious

And have free will..

The builder?

The Everything

And Anything

The Source

Of love and power.

Is Everywhere.

So something is observed

By me

But I did not create it.

And spacetime begins.

It is always beginning

And always ending.

gc

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primordial process

 

No  things, no time,

Just Process

Process, Process.

Continual becoming,

Such pressure ongoing!

Creation from  whence

The Big Bang  came.

But it’s happening

All the time,

All the time.

But I am here with a vertex

A point of view

A perspective

Anything can happen

Tho’ common things

Happen frequently.

Everything is everywhere

All the time.

Just wait and observe.

By the Law of Least Action

At random apparently

The universe is built.

Common events occur commonly

And I can choose

As I am conscious

And have free will..

The builder?

The Everything

And Anything

The Source

Of love and power.

Is Everywhere.

So something is observed

By me

But I did not create it.

And spacetime begins.

It is always beginning

And always ending.

gc

the roaring forties-final resting place of malaysian airlines flight MH370

http://www.allisongallery.com The Roaring Forties 1926 drypoint Hurst

The roaring forties are where the winds are free.
Hurling themselves with ferocious force to tear
And grab remorselessly at anything on deck.
Winds that seek to go below through every nook and cranny
Whirling through the ship to chase men sleeping there.

Winds the ancient mariner knew well, relentlessly
Pressing down upon the rigging even tho’ fully reefed.
Bare poles the only option now to save the vessel
From being engulfed by breaking combers big as cliffs
That come in sequence, the big, the bigger, the biggest yet.

‘Hold on!’ they cry lest you be washed away and drowned.
Hands not strong enough for long, they lash their bodies to the mast.
What chance we now in this frail barque to survive
This dreadful storm? The screaming wind seems louder yet.
Even with the lashings they gasp and groan til break of dawn.

Into this scenario a stricken plane like a leaf on the wind
Did fall. Was all silent on board when the engines stopped?
The nose dipped down, speed picked up as it fell towards the water.
Hardly visible, through the windblown spray and murk.
The structure shattered and broke into a million pieces.

The roaring forties are where the winds are free.
They encircle the globe, blowing ever onwards.
Nothing is in their path as they blow across the boiling swell.
Onward between Australia and the Antarctic they pass roiling
And raging before they howl through the narrows at Cape Horn.

geoff clements

https://earth.esa.int/instruments/images/swh_map.html

child’s play

The trees were dark and dank down along beside the drive.

It’s easy even now to imagine that’s where ghosts reside.

That eerie feeling I well remember, lasted all the night.

Grannie came to say “sleep tight”.”We’re not afraid!” We lied

When she asked us to talk about the war we loved to wage.

We imagined there were demons from whom we must be saved.

Playing in amongst the rhododendrons along the paths we made,

“Be brave and strong! Be the first!” Never could lose face!

We would play all day and at the end try and hide from nurse.

It always was the sound of  bells ringing in the church

That told us ‘Now game’s  over’ for better or for worse.

One fine day at the end of play Jenny found she had no purse.

Searching in the dark, though full of fears of going back,

We lost our childish terrors of ghosts and all of that.

geoff clements

Newness

Shiny new pan up on the shelf
Sitting there winking at me!
Shiny new feeling deep in myself
Making it seem as if I am at sea!
xx
There is new pain deep in my heart
If I walk fast in the cold morning air.
Must spread the effort, that is the art.
Try to not to go too fast up the stair.
xx
Newly hatched bird tucked in the nest
Sitting up there blinking at me!
Hungry so you give your parents no rest!
With fine feathers you will soon fly free.
xx
Robin red breast loves newly turned soil.
Head on one side adds to the charm
His friendly self feeds from my toil
Fresh little fellow keeping real warm.

geoff clements

Wheelchair

All the time rain

Its hard to keep sane

When all there is pain.

Keep free from pain.

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Sit in the wheelchair!

Looking! ‘This is not fair!’

Eyes say  ‘You don’t care

I don’t get my share’

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How can I cope?

When there’s no hope!

This is no joke!

Can’t explain to folk.

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Oft-times invisible

Sometimes its risible

Life’s hardly livable

Hardly a syllable!

Going through a door.       Copyright:Text geoff clements:  Illustration Rod A Hunter.

nelson mandela

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OC0kOJVroM

This is his full length funeral in Soweto as presented by ITN.

Nelson Mandela is dead.

Father of the Rainbow Nation

Nelson Mandela is dead!

His shadow covers us all.

Nelson Mandela is dead!!

Implacable defender of liberty.

Nelson Mandela is dead!!!

Respected by his enemies.
Nelson Mandela is dead!!!!!

He was magnanimous in victory.

Nelson Mandela is dead!!!!!

Reconciliation the only way.

Nelson Mandela lives on.

New movie: The Long Walk to Freedom.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2304771/

the (re)searcher

Ceaselessly  he blazed the trail:

Light as a feather  over hill and dale

Alone always ahead of the crowd!

Travelling light! Nothing faster  allowed.

He went where he needed.  New ground,

Always  new ground. No sound!

No eating no sleeping, searching to find,

Thoughts?  No! profounds of mind!*

No explanations!  Intuition he needs.

No one to talk to, onwards he leads!

Hypotheses, models and explanation ;

Abstractions, predictions and replication.

Logic and mathematics  a new realm define.

Negative space the Mirror never need refine,

Unimagined, unseen, inverted but whole,

No longer a part.  He  found his soul.

All  in their dreams can reach this door

But nobody had ever passed through before.

No Grants to write or papers to publish.

Now to distinguish the truth from the rubbish.

geoff clements

* See ‘Ohio Impromptu‘ Samuel Beckett.

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=ohio+impromptu&docid=4583491530261077&mid=258132CF2C7245BA3124258132CF2C7245BA3124&view=detail&FORM=VIRE1#view=detail&mid=258132CF2C7245BA3124258132CF2C7245BA3124

+ A general view of what some researcher’s inner lives are like, but also  might apply to explorers, sportsmen and women, indeed anyone who reaches their limit and goes beyond.  The writer Samuel Beckett described it in perhaps a more general context.  A researcher who came to mind was Paul Dirac whose mathematical logic forced him to predict the existence of antimatter before it was found experimentally.  ‘His’ equation is at the top of the poem.

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=paul+dirac&FORM=HDRSC3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=paul+dirac&FORM=HDRSC3#view=detail&mid=87E694FDEFAFB92C620187E694FDEFAFB92C6201

looking towards Syria, dawn 21 august 2013

Blood red towards the east was the sky that morning

But here was no blood, just desperate writhing bodies

Foaming at the mouth and gasping, struggling there.

Looking towards Syria that fateful morning.

But there was no blood, so why the red?

Perhaps it’s Gaia‘s blush of shame.

An attack at night on sleeping children.

Looking towards Syria.  She tries to understand.

In future years the old soldier talking with yet unborn children….

Oh yes!  He said, I was part of the brigade that did the gas attacks.

For there were many!  He talked,eyes shining, standing straight.

“I saved my country then and I am proud to tell you that.”

Looking towards Syria and trying to understand.

Text and photographs geoff clements

all the world’s a stage!

All for one and one for all!

Appalled the world watches while children burn!

Horrified the spectators stare!  So many maimed.

This is not a Virtual Reality show!

This is real! in living rooms everywhere!

Now!  Do something! and act decisively!

But how?

Albi cathedral The Last Judgement.

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No quiz show with the answer there!

Real people dying on-screen now!

Death is no bluff to be postponed!

Or a political position

Taken at one’s choice!

It is there! Inevitable! For us all.

But now?