Celfypridd

Originally posted on Balkan Celts:
? “……He was their god, the wizened Bent One with many glooms; the people who believed in him over every harbour, the eternal Kingdom shall not be theirs. For him ingloriously they slew their wretched firstborn with much weeping and distress, to pour out their blood around the Bent One…

SAMHAIN/THE GATHERING – On the Celtic Origins of Halloween

“The Gotham Book Mart was a famous Midtown Manhattan bookstore and cultural landmark that operated from 1920 to 2007. The business was located first in a small basement space on West 45th Street near the Theater District, it then moved to 51 West 47th Street, then spent many years at 41 West 47th Street within […]

Remembering Gotham Book Mart

… … Avenel … On the flyleaf I wrote Avenel, New Jersey twenty first December seventy three – Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt Richard Brautigan. … a Christmas present to myself ninety five cents alone along with Frye boots bought in Connecticut it had been raining all day in the night snow fell. … […]

Avenel

… West slanted gold tinted light white and black smudged clouds scud in from the North along far off hilltops bringing the grey gathered curtain of rain … that sweeps through the trees on the path in the valley where I walk thinking of you again and this thing that invades … your brain and […]

Sorrowful walk.

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“Once I saw a garden float away. It was our neighbour’s garden, just as beautiful and lush as ours, and there were fruit trees growing in it, just as in ours. I saw it float away, slowly and majestically, into the distance far beyond our reach.”

A scrap of time. Ida Fink. 1985.

First Anne Frank Prize for Literature.

Thundering and lightning crackled without warning in clear blue skies the silenced old gods and wise men left only indentations, remembrances   Of psalms and words in the places they’d once stood in so many guises. In the tall aspen trees above the school yard Jackdaws turned into blackness     ©RobCullen2017

Coronation Day 2nd June 1953

The poverty of the rich…

Autumn edge I count the species in the orchard hedge Maple, Blackthorn, Hawthorn and Hazel thrive Blackberry and Honeysuckle intertwine Overgrown Elder pruned and cut hard Two Oaks, two tall Maples break the line A Red Admiral sits on a Buddleia leaf Needing to find a place to hibernate An idyllic scene a man laying […]

Autumn Edge