A Hares Tale: Visual and Poetic Marginalia, Eye Candy and Metaphysical Speculations

Primitive

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. – Buddha Dear Friends, I’ve taken a hiatus from Turfing, and Earthrites blogging for the last month. (as you may have noticed) Frankly, I have been overwhelmed by the work outside of Caer Llwydd, and trying to finish up the magazine for publication among other things, like Rowan…

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The Travelers

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. – Lao Tzu ~~ This edition of Turfing is dedicated to our wandering Walker. As a young man I lived extensively on the road, I traveled by freight train, hitchhiking, walking of course, to and fro across the US, then across the Mid Pacific and Europe. I was constantly moving along, busking and working as opportunity presented itself. I slept where I could, in communes, parks, garages,…

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Sweet Mid-Summer!

(Piero di Cosimo – A Satyr Mourning over a Nymph) Drink from this heart now, for all this loving it contains. When you look for it again, it will be dancing in the wind. – Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir ~~ Greetings Friends! Back again, working with the new shorter format. We have some great music, poetry, and a sweet folktale from Wales. Click on the Piero di Cosimo paintings, they are quite large and detail rich. This entry is…

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The Essential

(Through the Fire Eye by MattTheSamurai) Not only do beings and things have spirits that in turn take the forms of beings and things, but deeds, words, thoughts, and feelings also have spirits of their own. Thus it may happen that the soul of a beautiful deed may assume the form of an angel. – Sheikh Badruddin ~ We have been very busy; with clients and with the rushing of the world towards the Solstice, and just previous to that,…

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For Beauty

Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. – RAINER MARIA RILKE, Duino Elegies I started a large article on Beauty from a link from Aloria Weaver, (A very talented young artist we are featuring in the next Invisible College Magazine) please see Roger Scruton – Why Beauty Matters (2009). That article did not make it into this…

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Pearls

(Johannes Vermeer (1632-1675) – The Girl With The Pearl Earring) ~~ Back From Hiatus: My first concern is poetry. I found myself yesterday in the local super-store standing in an aisle reading Gary Snyder poems on a tumblr site. Seriously. I had to laugh; here I was reading about The Wild whilst being entangled in the modern world’s temples of commerce. It was a funny moment of feedback and consideration. Gary won out, I retreated back to home, stood in…

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On Your Bicycle

“LSD burst over the dreary domain of the constipated bourgeoisie like the angelic herald of a new psychedelic millennium. We have never been the same since, nor will we ever be, for LSD demonstrated, even to skeptics, that the mansions of heaven and gardens of paradise lie within each and all of us.” – Terence McKenna Hello, It’s been a couple of weeks of being away from Turfing. I take it that I needed a break, or, that I was…

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Joe Cotter

This past week, a friend and fellow artist past away. Joe Cotter, perhaps one of the best muralist we have seen in a generation died quietly at home up in Eagle Creek. A couple of weeks before, McMenamins hosted a party for him, as he was their artist in residence for many years. Hundreds came to celebrate Joe’s life and art. I want to celebrate Joe for his tenacity, in the struggle for muralist to have the right to have…

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The Door

The door to the invisible must be visible. Rene Daumal in Mount Analogue (John Duncan – Sleeping Princess) ~~ Saturday: The sun is shining, the dog is asleep on the porch, and the house empty again from visitors. I sit listening to music and writing away on the Turf as Mary flutters in and out of the room. I look out the window, and the sun plays across the bamboo. Let me know if you can think of something better…

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The Celebration Of Spring

Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing. ~Albert Laighton (Paolo Veronese – Venus & Adonis) ~~ Since I celebrate the old calendar, (much to my families dismay of having to hear me going on one more time about the new fangled calendar we live with) I do not celebrate the Equinox as the beginning but to the middle of spring. Colour me peculiar, and rightly so, but I will stick with the old reckonings just the…

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