Monday, March 19, 2018

Horse in the Country

"On the high prairie
are only horse and rider
wind in dry grass
clopping in silence under the toy mountains"

from The Cariboo Horses
by Al Purdy

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Laraine's horses

More snow last night but let's fire up the Tardis for a trip back in time. From November, Laraine's horses. And one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.

"To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream 
The streets that narrow to the westward gleam 
Like rows of golden palaces; and high 
From all the crowded chimneys tower and die 
A thousand aureoles. Down in the west 
The brimming plains beneath the sunset rest, 
One burning sea of gold."

from Winter Evening
by Archibald Lampoon

Saturday, March 17, 2018

"How innocent their lives look,
how like a child’s
dream of caves and winter, both combined;
the steep descent to whiteness
and the stope
with its striated walls
their folds all leaning as if pointing to
the great whiteness still,
that great white bank
with its decisive front,
that seam upon a slope,
salt’s lovely ice."

from Photos from a Salt Mine
by P.K. Page

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Dowg gone, thats a lot of snow.

"Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea."

from Northwest Passage
as performed by the great Stan Rogers

Or we could go in.

Saturday, March 3, 2018


"Time does not pass when snow is falling -
only the silence falls. Trees glisten, trembling
as a body trembles beneath a white sheet,
the room cold, shock of warm hands,"

from The Snow
by Bruce Meyer

Each month this winter has seemed to start with a big snow fall and March is no exception. However snow is relatively easy to cope with. 

And some of us are more prepared than others.

"One holds the space
Of starlight, thunder snow, rock and icy comets, scrolls
Of clouds;"

from Quickening Fields

by Pattiann Rogers

Saturday, February 24, 2018

‘I don’t know. Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe was a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.” (73)

from The Lathe of Heaven
by Ursula K. LeGuin

Saturday, February 17, 2018

“At dreaming - at what dreaming is an aspect of. They’ve done it for a long time. for always, I guess. They are of the dream time. I don’t understand it. I can’t say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of forms, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams and the earth changes. “ (143)

from The Lathe of Heaven
by Ursula K. LeGuin