Wednesday, 26 March 2008

hello new world

hello new world from an until recently,complete technophobe.

I tell you its been one hell of a curve of learning,dragged kicking and screaming to here,now.I tell you what though already i,m enjoying it,io do like typing even if one fingerdly(if such a word)

Anyway Here I am taught by my kids and here to show people my stuff and meet new folks from far off lands.

2 comments:

Becky said...

Hi, Paul,

I'm glad you didn't put up too much of a fight and have joined the blogging ranks. Your work...and your words...both have so much to say. I'm happy you'll be sharing both here!

I, too, come from the school of "hunt & peck" typing. Have gotten quite fast at it actually.

Again, welcome! I look forward to the stories you, your poetry and the wood will tell.

paul said...

hello Becky
thanks for your kind words,Ihope you don,t grow sick of my daily ramblings too soon.got lots more to show lots more to say,just a limit on that precious old commodity time.
If i wasn't busy I would go mad though so i'm not complaining.For the same reason i have only quickly glanced through your blog,noticed your interested in nature too and i love the pots ,really Vibrant.I will defo look properly as soon as.


applewood lampshade

OLD

Its in the memory of birds this age
The post on which to perch to proclaim mornings glory
the spots of the past where the pickings are richest
the ancestors favourites ,the old places

Its in the roots of the trees this age
As they suck in the leaves as they fall
with some knowledge returning to earth to roots
to nature,to nurture, to be reborn

its in the stones the oldness
the mothers bones exposed less
where moss and lichens creeping hand paints steadily
and the birdsong is distant like fading memories

About Me

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deepest, devon, United Kingdom
I don't know what I am but i know what i like.poetry, art and chipping at or joining together chunks of old wood,whilst listening to some good roots reggae or dub, world/folk music or blues all balanced by some good old punk rock.

solid oak post 3.5 feet high

rescued from collapsed original part of house in the dombseday book

I started with the natural bursts as eyes and soon got two faces

East,West Forwards and Back the green man is everywhere

The darker colours are the oxidisation of the exposed bits of outer timber over the many years

this piece took two months to carve.An allowance i made to myself for the first 2 months of this year.

which way to mordor