There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting. Buddha
The world is the distance trod by the passionate pilgrim
This eternal geographer
After Henri Cartier – Bresson
□ From the loneliness of the Frontier Post, □ to those
Spanish gypsies: a sharp glint in their eyes
To their endgame. □ Seeing the women of Epirus
in Greece beating their sodden washing to the rhyme
of some ancient rite, or from the very eye of Lorca’s
women. □ As do the women of Suzdal in Russian wash
in Icewater. □ A man caught between shadows (somewhere
between Debussy and Grieg’s Morning Song) striding
on into anonymity. □ St Georges Day Georgia 72 –
The Alaverdi Monastery the boy swinging in the car door
Paul Newman perhaps? The monastery unable to look away.
□ unassuming, in the Palais-Royal Paris 1959, people passing,
Philosophising, perhaps? □ the Serbian cycling cellist. □
□ Finding ends everywhere from a decomposing boat
in Co Kerry; to a Horse, a man, and dog pause before
going on to where they need to get to. □
The thread of humanity woven in culture of place and time.
The eternal geographer marks the world of émigrés
In the eye – in the moment – in the memory
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