walking with runway

March 8, 2014

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Runway organised an event today – Walk West – starting at Hastings Pier. It seemed best to join in as the group moved along the promenade on their way to Bexhill. Others were doing equally interesting activities  . . . .

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. . .  gazing out across the sea first to the south – and then to the west noticing how the beach has encroached making a scalloped edge along the lower promenade. Then looking east, anticipating the arrival of the group, and noticing  families inhabiting the beach on a sun filled morning post storms (here pre storms). . .

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. .  . . here they come,  all 31, dressed in black as requested. We were to be photographed at points along the  route in a linear composition. I don’t know why but that’s fine. We were asked to stand silently + engage ( there is a cross reference with Gormley’s figures here) . After initial chatting, we did manage this and found it therapeutic and absorbing.

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Others were doing the normal Saturday morning stuff in Bulverhythe – spring cleaning huts and tidying the beach – while we meandered along the cycle route that nudges the rail track.

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Glistening sea and shoreline and rugged interface of the granite boulders. Signs of wrecked gabions from ferocious storm damage make the path difficult for those on wheels.

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On the return journey, I find this long view always enticing.  The event – a great idea – contributing to a worthy cause ( the local refuge), group contribution to a creative concept and also good exercise.

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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing  

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands   e e cumming

5 Responses to “walking with runway”

  1. charleshawes Says:

    Love the pics and that misty atmosphere! I guess the poem must be yours but I didn’t “get” it. Sorry. This is most embarassing! Is there such a thing as poetry dyslexia?

  2. charleshawes Says:

    Reblogged this on The Charles Hawes Blog.

  3. julia fogg Says:

    Well, the poetry is something I think about when walking. Makes me learn more. If only mine but no e e Cummings – all lower case. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings

  4. elizabethwix Says:

    Some super images but a little chilly looking….. Praying for spring!

  5. Seb Says:

    Wonderful cause and beautiful setting well done
    Let us know of similar events would like to add our support


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