Saturday 23/01/2021 Big Girl staring at the wingwon’t fall.”Bumps in the road,” the Venusianattendant ‘suedes. Big Girl’s s-wayed. Dad thinks of fallinghard. The carnagehe envisions—Big Girl won’tnear that mental prison. The Venusianknows Dad’s shaking hands releasethe weight of daily en-dangerment. Big Girl looksto clouds below, andspace above; to shaking ev-errything. Shook, she asks herdad, look?”Continue reading “A Flight and a Climb with The Missed Dad I’m Learning to Live With and Without”
Author Archives: Kay Keenan
Shafts of Light
Wednesday 20/01/2021 “Leaning into The Wind”, director Thomas Riedelsheimer’s film, follows artist Andy Goldsworthy; his movements, meditations, and manifestations. Here is a trailer: https://youtu.be/BQYGbfVfpm0
Styx and Hubris
Mon 11/01/2021 Hello again. How are we welcoming this year in? I know I haven’t found my flow, or maybe I have found flows, but no sure steady flow. It isn’t always clear what ought to be shared, and with whom, but there is always a tune (an underlying hum at very least), demanding wordsContinue reading “Styx and Hubris”
Our Climate: A Coalescing Eclipse Pattern — Plumwood Mountain
Rarely have I enjoyed such daunting walls of text so thoroughly. This is flowing, and difficult to pull quotes from, but know… “This is no longer the world of the painter Titian or even Arthur Rimbaud with its nano-technical prowess and attendant attempts at opening a possible shift into other galactic dimensions.” Ooooooohhhhhhhh… Will AlexanderContinue reading “Our Climate: A Coalescing Eclipse Pattern — Plumwood Mountain”
Smoking Guns and Cat Skin Drums
Sunday 20/12/2020 Who ever knew what it felt like to be shot through the heart? Maybe Sharon Olds, or anyone who (in her words) beats the cat skin drum. Yesterday I listened to a recording shared by Billy Mills in his blog Elliptical Movements https://wp.me/p3ei8Y-Tt. I was warmed and inspired by Dianne di Prima’s wordsContinue reading “Smoking Guns and Cat Skin Drums”
Spells Wishes Courage Prayer
Saturday 19/12/2020
Christmas Carols: Carol Anne Duffy and more…
Thursday 17/12/2020 The spirit of Christmas found me well, today, after a previously novelly sombre lead up. I wrote cards, and opened cards from friends, and also a card from the local Christian Centre along with a carol sheet for this Sunday’s socially distanced service on the green. O Come, All Ye Faithful! The NationalContinue reading “Christmas Carols: Carol Anne Duffy and more…”
Before Christmas
Wednesday 16/12/2020 Think snowberry/acorn-green/nut-brown. Pin up holly-red and hawthorn crowns threaded with shedded wool all round, to soften the song the mistle thrush throws. Say goodbye to waking in the night to deathwatch knocks turning time back, and waterlogging fallen trunks and branches creaking as they crack. Light a candle, clove anContinue reading “Before Christmas”
The Language of Movement: Introduction
R.S. Thomas, THIS, and A Lasting Gift
12/12/2020 I haven’t been writing (much), but rewording. My college art tutor (Kevin) said “It’s (all) well and good, you having ideas, but you’ll have to produce some work at some point.” There are reasons, such as…I shouldn’t say, and other reasons to let the pen dry, and the paint turn (into) tin-wrapped brick; andContinue reading “R.S. Thomas, THIS, and A Lasting Gift”
