In my beginning is my end




In my beginning is my end. In succession

Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,

Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place

Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.

Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,

Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth

Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,

Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.

Houses live and die: there is a time for building

And a time for living and for generation

And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane

And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots

And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.


– stanza 1~ East Coker Part 2 of T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets”

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Image composition, Elder,  created using Mennonite Elder from Flikr  The Commons  and  Chevrolet by Rodolfo Mari  from Unsplash: Forgotten Places .




More things than in your philosophy



There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio


Music by Antobal’s Cubans – 1930s recording.    Composition created using a blend of scans & photos of a variety of textures in combination with a photo of   Kilnap Viaduct, Cork 1900s.

Existential Friday: Part of Them

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Look ! There is a part of them you do not see.

It twists and turns between light and shadow.

It gathers in the Implied Space

That is surrounded by the day-to-day.

It moves just beneath the mundanity  

That glues the seconds together into minutes –

It is bordered by thoughts

Crusted by time,

Covered in the brown barnacles of daily routine

and circled by habituated rituals.

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Look !  Lightly step by –

Now look away, crusted thoughts –

time pulls back from you.

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Crust in Bowl – Monochrome Remains (Dark Pines Photo)