nr Maulds Meaburn

... the camera continues in it's blue phase ...
I took a diversion and some breathing space on my way from Kirkby Stephen back to the office today not sure if I was going to have to rush down to Kings Lynn hospital in the ongoing lurching anxiety of elderly parents. In the end another reprieve. There are so many variants and facets on so many levels to this ageing that awaits most of us and when I think that this goes back to 1998 in some form or another. I have posted this Lawrence poem before ....


The Ship of Death (extract) - D.H.Lawrence

Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey, to oblivion.

And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.

Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.

Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
already the flood is upon us.

Oh build your ship of death, your little ark
and furnish it with food, and little cakes, and wine
for the dark flight down to oblivion.