Etching, is seeking something more elusive. He’s after mist and mizzle and haze and smirr and first light on unstill seas. Shorelines that sink below the horizon and spray that obscures the sky. He is happiest out on the water in a boat chartered for a week or more. Up at half past five, striking off from some tiny place such as Inishbofin — “the most beautiful little island” — off the coast of Connemara, the engine stilled, time to draw. “It’s my idea of bliss. And the boatman’s got a little gimbaled stove, you know? And he catches some fresh mackerel and he’s got some buns and a bit of garlic and butter and he makes a big pot of coffee …” He grins. “You can keep Torremolinos.” Then, in the evenings, “lobster, chips, pints of Guinness”.
Day: March 21, 2024
The life of Moses after being encrypted
I’m afraid it does not come out properly so it’s not you it’s me. I will try and fix it later on
Moses was encrypted after Four-Eyes daughter found him in a basket.
So he was completely secure and emoted
down the river Tile then he actually rescued a bull from some Russians and proved to be a highly belligerent man if he was extremely holy so he said.
Later he married Cleopatra and had many children and they decided to seek the promised land. I don’t know where he heard is that but it’s a dream that we all have isn’t it to find the perfect place to live with the perfect spares or partner
At that time they had no paper or ballpoint pens not even a fountain pens. They used to engrave things onto flat stones but it was very slow progress
Can you imagine students sitting an examination and they had to engrave their answers on a stone or tablet? Or even if they had a Reed pen and had to paint there I think the mathematics would have been rather difficult but despite that they built a Temple in the time of Solomon
So the only map they had was on a flat stone which was rather heavy to carry about it and so they were lost for 40 years in the Sign-pie desert. But it gives them plenty of time to increase their families although what they food was no one really knows unless it was manna.
When they were in the promised land land god sent them a tablet with his 10 nrw rules of Life engraved on it.
It was so heavy that holy Moses memorised the rules and left the the tablet hidden in a burning bush on the side of the mountain
And it has never been discovered. One day somebody will find it and I will share.
After that Moses people tried to write the Bible using a new invention papyrus. And a pen made from reeds so they painted the words on. But that did not last as long as an engraving would
Because of all the work that Moses had to do do he lived to be much older than we would ever be and this was true of the lot of the ancient patriarchs like Noah and Abraham
After that Moses’ people tried to write the Bible using a new invention papyrus. And a pen made from reeds so they painted the words on. But that did not last as long as an engraving would. Printing had not really invented so they wrote on long throws of Paris and then they roll them up and tie them with thread and that is why the Old Testament as Christians call it was not a book in the conventional sense that we have nowadays.
Because it’s very slow for new things to be discovered like the printing press we should also live very slowly and not rush and try to finishv the life of Mosesthings quickly
Because of all the work that Moses had to do he lived to be much older than we would ever be and this was true of the lot of the ancient patriarchs like Noah and Abraham
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Creation
by Mike Flemming copyright
My old blue fountain pen allows
The ink across this page to flow
Like wet paint from an artist’s brush,
And words come in a rush.
Enchanted by the hand that writes .
Bewitched by art,beauty alights
The script is like a music score
Through which we step as through a door,
Imagination’s home.
As,mysteriously, to you, to me,
The spirits of our hearts are tamed ,
By rhythms of pen,of brush, of mind,
They enter vision quite unplanned,
Like moths to flutter softly round
Fire joined heart and hand
The pen slows down,the hand grows still,
And ,just as dreams at daybreak will,
They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone
Like dew dies in hot sun
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Where’s the Biro?
With a biro scribble down the lines
No Fountain pen,no Rorsach blots, no nibs
Lots of paper needed every time.
Words are are hewed from rock the’re never glib
Laptops message easier to write
Yet they use no muscles,axe nor line
No hands are wrung no paper pierced,no fight.
The brain is severed from the hand unkind.
If there is a written script it sells
It conveys it’s vision through the hands, the heart
It’s not just to the brain but every cell
Heal yourself by feeling not by charts
Walk about with pockets full of pens.
Every word on every line makes sense
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My first drawing class
Paralysed by dread, my hand was still
Afraid to make a mark on that blank page.
I thought to make it move by force of will
I measured with my finger joints, [new skill]
Then with my charcoal,l I became engaged
Tormented by sheer dread, my fingers full
With charcoal, pencil, fountain pen or quill
Human down the ages have portrayed
I tried to make an image by my will
My body sweated like ten waterfalls well full
My eyes gazed and my mind became engaged
Touched by dread, my hand moved like a bull.
I’d measured, so I let it rush about unlulled
My eyes were pleased with this dramatic page
I thought I’d made it move by my own will
And so I am at one with every age
Promiscuous is my love but well arranged
Paralysed by dread, my hand was still
Until desire was stronger than my will
How my heart sings 