The Maypole Dances are coming All the good parties happen in the Forest of Arden. Studley. Anglo Saxon.  The river Arrow towards Spernal Ash Shakespear country. Poetic and rural. Maypole dancing at Studley Infants school. The scene was strong. The locals comely. The fields, the common, the park dotted with old oak. Plentiful of nature, space and it’s bounty. The still visible medieval ridge and furrow field system around the Church. The Church now detached from the new Studl

I lie on the ground within the 4 Hawthorn trees. I expand like a liquid poured. Outward. Familiar embrace. Soaking into the soil. A moment of detail and abstract thought. My mind is a stone skipping over the water, connection on impact with the surface. Realization.  I am layer of the Earth. Connected again. Our separation could only be temporary.

 What makes a chair a chair? How do I select the broad concept of what is a chair in a world of variation? The organised objects look like a smile. Generalising.

To quote the character “Profane”  from the novel “V” by Thomas Pynchon,  Randolph Scott was… “Cool, imperturbable, keeping his mouth shut and only talking when he had to – and then saying the right thing and not running haphazard and inefficient of the mouth” … (I’ve never read V and found that quote in Wikipedia). I agreed but Randolph Scott was scripted, and he knew what the end was. I usually knew what the right thing to say was but at the expensive of not saying what was