Today I found myself sketching from memory a Frink head and was surprised to discover how melancholy and odd he turned out. Replete with fiercely herbed and garlicky mushroom soup and with a cluster of newly potted tiny, fuchsia cyclamen catching this winter light on the windowsill next to me, melancholy is something far away.

Though as I drew I was listening again to a fascinating tribute to Ted Hughes, recorded to celebrate his inclusion in Westminster Abbey's poet's corner. The epigraph on his headstone consists of the concluding three lines of his poem That Morning, celebrating the magical sensation of standing amongst a shoal of salmon with his son. And perhaps the static monumentality of stone and plaster seemed suddenly a sadder, duller thing in contrast with the living, vivid flash of light and fish and atoms. With being human. 

There, in a mauve light of drifted lupins,
They hung in the cupped hands of mountains

Made of tingling atoms. It had happened.
Then for a sign that we were where we were
Two gold bears came down and swam like men

Beside us. And dived like children.
And stood in deep water as on a throne
Eating pierced salmon off their talons.

So we found the end of our journey.

So we stood, alive in the river of light,
Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

from That Morning - Ted Hughes

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Reader Comments (7)

love your world !
December 15, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterpierre
A wonderful drawing. And these Ted Hughes lines, they remind me what is important in life. Thank you.
December 15, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDenise | Chez Danisse
Pierre, welcome.
Denise, thank you. That sense of the wonder of simply being alive just leaps out from those lines.
December 16, 2011 | Registered Commenterlittle house
The flower reminds me of the coffee I had this afternoon. I had very small mug. With a very small pool of whole milk at the bottom. When I poured the espresso into the pool of milk, it bloomed. I saw white and brown petals explode. It was beautiful. It was a fleeting moment. A pocket of joy in an otherwise ordinary day (I may be quoting your 'about' text, I think). Nice space here.
December 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterTracy
what a beautiful image Tracy! I'm sipping my coffee as I type but wish I'd had such a lovely moment. Maybe next time - I'm going to try it :)
December 17, 2011 | Registered Commenterlittle house
Love love love your blogspace...so glad to have stumbled upon it! Your photos are just lovely. Look forward to more browsing. =)
December 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterClair
Hi Clair, a belated welcome! hope you've had a good start to the year :)
January 8, 2012 | Registered Commenterlittle house

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