Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies!

Emily Dickinson
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As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times

gary-snyder-bw-1Gary Snyder

Filming at Airbus Headquarters and one of the last Air France Concordes, Toulouse, 2012

TIM_1158I recall the people kindly gave us a cherry picker and the keys to the plane and said ‘she’s all yours for the next two days’. A slightly surreal moment and a real dream for the entire film crew who became sudden aeronautical specialists and plane nerds.

When you travel, one of the best ways to get to know a country and its people is to sit around the kitchen table and eat with them: be it cold cut meats and slices of pickled cucumber from Denmark, grizzled community chicken and boiled plantain from Nicaragua¬†or sea urchin and linguini in oil from the Maltese archipelago

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