THE HEDGEHOG IN THE FOG Ёжик в тумане

One hedgehog, an owl's hoot, the white horse, that little voice. In this animation from 1975 we see a hedgehog walk into a strangeland, looking for his friend in the fog that has consumed all. I wish I could have seen this as a child, the images, the music and the story would have stayed with me for a long time.

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SAUDADE

What remains

And what stays                                                                                     

Through tidal waves

And the other ruinous

Stupid things

Are the memories of some little words
And

You
The best thing
With your open hands
Brave and belonging to me

Feeling funny again

I kiss the pillow you slept on.

SમOW ME THE PLACE

 

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Show Me The Place by leonardcohen

Thank you Leonard for this golden song...glad to hear your voice again. ♬
[I found these curious images, whoever took them...you have seen some remarkable things].

BROKEN CAMERA/STARS/BEEBER

 

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Once again my clumsy and awkward ways have taken the upper hand and somehow I broke my camera. I tried out my phone as a substitute, the fruits of which are above…pixilated to the max.

The poem is written by Jim Dodge from his collection of poetry and prose ‘Rain on the River’..its wonderful and I’d like to share it with you.

Lately I’ve mostly been drawing stars (a snippet you can see for yourself). I’ll take some more snaps when I managed to save the pennies for a new camera (hopefully, with any luck, Christmas will deem that unnecessary).

✌

SHANGRI LA LA LA

This place
is a Shangri La
Or some very old world.
So explore little joy,
And don’t worry
Just look at the sky,
what does it care for us?

The trees shudder, like cracking bone,
Listen to their groans
Echoing through known unknowns.
And light pours
Washing with the river
Where we give our memories
Sending them away with the other dead things
It’s brought down in currents.

Up out from the night with a pounding whirl
Come the stars,
Burrowing their way deep into the ground
Bejewelling skeletons in the soil around
Starry eyed skulls astound
Fantastical and half resurrecting.
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Everything is meant to be.
Make your book full now, draw your pictures
Scatter all you see like seeds over soil
Voyager! My voyager
Let this old, mighty paradise
Earn your meaning.