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Stuart France

* Never here, there or anywhere… Always on our way, somewhere… * And then the Horizon Cuts the sky And sun And sea Continue reading at Stuart France

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Dilemmas… Stuart France

* For over Two-Thousand years Fine minds have Pondered the problem Of philosophical dualism. * The living soul A quickening spirit. * This dilemma, perhaps, can Best be approached by Considering three questions. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Out for the count… Stuart France

* Time is of Man And when it is gone It is gone-for-good. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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State of Nations… Stuart France

* If a nation Fails to stand In right relation To its stories… Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Flower of Alchemy… Stuart France

* Before a bud… The moon in flood Has sucked the sap To tickle a tip Continue reading at Stuart France

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Carnival… Stuart France

* …Face of moving water Breathing in water The water a breathing face… * Today I will speak to you For, today, we hold a race A sprint to the death Whose spirit yields to the swiftest The fleetest of … Continue reading

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Get This… Stuart France

* It matters Not a jot What one has Or has not got. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Egg of the Id… Stuart France

* A story should be taken to heart And incubated Brooded upon Mulled over Savoured. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Old Stones… Stuart France

* Built by the sea But not of the sea These enclosing walls… * It is a ‘Celtic’ thing The Spirit tied-to-tide And it is still understood By today’s Old Bones… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Siesta… Stuart France

* Sweating hours. Quiescence lies like a crime. * The crack of dry twigs underfoot… startles! A tumultuous green-flash of thumping rampage. Dog legs. Baboon haunches. A luminous ankh arrows away. A way out to tree-stump. To crook torso and … Continue reading

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