Tom reads ‘Sometimes a Wild God’ – also a 2-for-1 offer on the A3 poster of the poem for the rest of this Winter. A brief mention of Cynghanedd too.
In which I mutter very briefly about the gathering darkness of the world, and writing, tell you about the SOMETIMES A WILD GOD poster (only £5!) and point you in the direction of Martin Shaw’s good words and a few others’ at that.
In which Tom has had a dream of a new edition of Sometimes a Wild God; old-new words; and his son learns to say ‘Baba Yaga…’
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. It’s been a long time since I wrote anywhere, more than a biro scribble on the back of a receipt, usually a shopping list or the phone number of someone I should call about something that I can’t quite remember, probably something to do with the mighty Hedgespoken truck. I look back on long days of leisure with a laugh, not bitterly, but with amazement.
You need to stay still to learn
Anything worth learning.
In the forest, by the river,
At dawn, or dusk or midnight,
Sit down, be quiet and
Soon enough, you’ll hear
And see your fill.
Two massive events are making waves in my soul’s world. One is a joyous thing. The other is a strong thing and a painful thing, and one of which it is hard to write.
If you’ve been in some kind of slumber recently, or you wandered off into a darkened room and forgot how to get out, you may have missed the fact that Rima and I have been hatching a plan…
Hedgespoken – a vehicle for the imagination: a travelling off-grid theatre truck, and our new home