Welcome to this jumble sale of writings, musings, observations and inspirations: I hope you find something to help you on your journey home. It's all storytelling, in the end. That's how we understand things; the stories of who we are, where we came from, where we're headed. The stories of other people, how they came to be who they are, which stories shaped them, why our stories sometimes run parallel, and sometimes clash.
When we're motivated enough, we can change our stories, write new outcomes for ourselves and our people, our planet. All it takes is imagination, where there are, genuinely, no limits.
Warmest regards
Peter Neary-Chaplin
Writer. Poet.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at 03:51AM Show me how beauty is made.
The working of word and stone,
The universe's massive swing,
Creaking rhubarb and a soft, fallow deer,
The unhedged meadow where they grow.
The scalpel violin,
The vat of musty wine
The smell of women and of wood.
Does beauty make itself again through me?
I hope,
And line my compass with its north
To test the map I drew against its pole,
Adjusting here and there, and now and then.
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