landscapes lost, abandoned, forgotten, mythic
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PUBLICATION DATE – 20th January 2022
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EDITION 1 CONTENTS
Emily Hesse – INHABIT
The past had returned to ground. Buried deep within the subterranean interior of the planet were fragments of the relationships we honoured. Our love, held in an ever-shifting geology, a temporal space where all times could meet without the need for clocks.
Alec Finlay – A SEASON IN COUNTERPANE
..these festivals recall the intimate drama of dreams, in which the psyche conjures wolves, eagles, snakes, or lions as wild familiars, freighted with danger and excitement…
Ian Grosz – THE STONES OF BOURTIE
The stone is difficult to locate as its symbols have become time-worn and weathered in the centuries it has been exposed to the elements, but its subtle reliefs become visible in the right conditions of lighting and determination, like lost charms found buried in the earth; prayers for the forgotten.
Mark Valentine – GHOST BUSES
The routes looked like the residue of some once-great planned transport scheme that no-one had yet troubled to abandon
Jon Woolcott – THE LAST OF CHRIST CHURCH
On this quiet, springtime walk I met a double terror. We turned down the wide street which led to a large square: here I saw something that gave my body a jolt, pitching my stomach over. In the middle of the square was a blackened shell, a skeletal void.
Jeff Young – MY FATHER’S HANDS
Swarfega is the memory’s atmosphere. When I think of the ink and the oil and the wedding ring I can smell the petroleum in the memory’s air.
Louise Kenward – CHASING RAINBOWS
Rain spills over plastic and on to metal. A new sound – less rhythmic, less organised – a top note over the constant, increasingly persistent – a drumming. I have forgotten to breathe.
David Wheatley – TWO POEMS
prehistory stepping gamely forth
from the stony seabed
every worm’s stomach
chamber its own
Akira Rabelais – LE PAYSAGE CHANGE TROIS FOIS
..from my mirror lingered in the shade
as one is wont to do through indolence,
frequently a soul falls into it,
such is the privilege of the air which
by revolving scatters the artful game
of sympathy and deceits, a common form of death…
David Gladwin – SOLSTICE
Bone-pain runs colder down all against lifting. A stream cold past frozen, black-sanded and ground. Bruised hard and beaten, repeat. Mine, mine, mine.
Belinda Guerriero – NON -FINITO
Growing up, each time I travelled back to Venice, whether I was driving or sitting on the train, I couldn’t help watching, studying and analysing the Tower – I could see it from the beltway and the railroad leading to the ‘Ponte della Libertà’, the only access, by land to Venice.
Tracy Hill – LETTERS TO THE VOID
I believe that ungraspable material forces affect human perception, which even if not perceived participates in our experience of walking in a landscape. Through exploratory drawings I specifically consider the human body as a porous and receptive threshold for sensing and attuning to the experiences of its milieu.
Anna Chiara Bassan – HETEROGRAPHIC NUDE
Its feebleness is subversive. The past attempts the unimaginable feat, to return now, scarring the present with splinters.
Brighid Black – TWO POEMS
in dark chambers of cairns
To sing the dead home
Up the hill
Through fragrant orchids, Devil’s-bit scabious and bird’s-foot trefoil
Mark Valentine – RED LION
Perhaps, it might then be suggested instead, it became much more popular after James’ accession. However, there is a certain amount of historic rivalry between Scotland and England, and it is not convincing that the Scottish symbol would be so readily adopted in the southern country, even by innkeepers who looked for royal favour.
Stella Sebellin – LANDSCAPES FOR INNERSCAPES
The wave of the past
Comes and goes…
In its rhythmic motion
The undertow carries along
Mud and sharp-edged debris,
Wounds are re-opened.
Bran Graeme Nairne – BUT THYSTLE, BENTE AND SANDE
These fugitive species of grass only gain ground in brilliant successions of wind-dispersed progeny – seeds of seeds of seeds, tiny engines of creation, all in some way mantic, like the casting of bones, their scattering somehow foretelling of all that is to come, out here on the wild littoral.
Guy Dickinson / Angus Carlyle – PERIPHERAL
From the overlaid interiorities of the “Peripheral” series, what had seemed stable is shaken: that confidence to see the wood from the trees, the secure sense of a sylvan border, a certainty with which to call one thing organic and another inorganic, one culture, one nature.
Martyn Hudson – ON BURNING MIRRORS
Down in the park by the river it is half-dark winter, the lime trees illuminated by coloured lights, the temple lit by candle.
Meriel Harrison – THE AYMESTREY CHILD
There is no reason to think that this child was any different from a child of similar age living today: curious, loving, opinionated, full of a developing sense of self.
Camilla Nelson – BRITTLE FERN / BIOPHILIA
I want your leaves to flutter
from my shoulder throat skull lobe entrails thighs
I want to conflate organ, skin and bone