Tag Archives: meaning

Son of Chaos… Stuart France

Posted on March 8, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* There is a sound in my room. It should be a commentary for the visuals which play upon the walls just below the ceiling but it warbles like a wayward tape machine in my soft, pink, newly formed ears. … Continue reading →

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Free Passage?… Stuart France

Posted on March 6, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* ‘It’s easy,’ she had said, ‘you believe the other-world to be greater than this one…’ ‘Do I?’ ‘You believe those that have passed can still see you…’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘…but you can’t see them?’ ‘Not ordinarily, no.’ ‘So there … Continue reading →

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The Gift… Stuart France

Posted on March 2, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* It is possible to box almost anything. Thoughts… Ideas… Emotions… In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions. Bite sized pieces. Or even, ‘shots’. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading →

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Moving Finger… Stuart France

Posted on February 13, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* The moving finger, tells, the time… * “The moving finger tells the time, what?” * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Bone Age… Stuart France

Posted on February 5, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Three skulls. Three lives. Three deaths. * One life for the minerals, substance of earth. One life for the flowers, blossom of soul. One life for the animals, projection of dream. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Tom Banjo… Stuart France

Posted on February 4, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading →

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Threshold… Stuart France

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* We live with hidden presences. The village street, its air heavy under the hot sun, its surface baked hard beneath our feet, is lined with dwellings. Vessels of the, as yet, unknown… Before we enter any one of these … Continue reading →

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Barbarous Code III… Stuart France

Posted on January 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* “What are the fruits of silence?” “They are self control, true courage, patience, dignity and reverence.” “Silence is the corner stone of character.” – Ohiyesa * Reblogged from Stuart France

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Barbarous Code II… Stuart France

Posted on January 29, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* “What is silence?” “It is the Great Mystery!” “The Holy Silence is its Voice.” – Ohiyesa Reblogged from Stuart France

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Barbarous Code… Stuart France

Posted on January 28, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Guard your tongue in youth, and in age you may mature a thought that will be of use to your people. – Big Chief Wabashaw * Reblogged from Stuart France

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