by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Reblogged from Strange Book Reviews: I first met Stuart France only relatively recently (more’s the pity!). I had gone to the UK to explore the land with Sue Vincent and Stuart. On arrival at Sue’s home, I was welcomed by Stuart. We were talking like old friends in minutes! Trust me, spending an evening in the…
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by Steve Tanham
I was born in the 1950s. It was an age riven by anxiety about nuclear war. Ten years after the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had been destroyed by the first use of atomic-powered weapons, the west was still consumed with the horror of seeing Oppenheimer’s equations translated into an explosion that ripped apart buildings, adults and children on a scale envisaged only … Read More Echoes of the Bunkermen
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by Steve Tanham
I have always looked for the key ‘moments’ as the turn of the year progresses. My favourite is the first day when you feel like ‘spring is in the air’. But, prior to that, there are certain nights in March when you feel that there is ‘hope’ in the sky – and sometimes that comes in the darkness rather than in the day. Here … Read More #ShortWrytz : Hope in the Sky
by Steve Tanham
Sue, Red Kites…and a very different April weekend. The Silent Eye The red kites are teasing me again, circling low over the garden… until I grab the camera, disappearing in their typical fashion as soon as the lens is pointed skywards. They were at it all morning, yet all I managed was a blurry pic and a handful of distant dots in the sky … Read More Wings of love
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on France & Vincent:
* The traditional number of runes stands at twenty-four. A colt has twenty-four milk teeth. Sleipnir is a colt. * The runes are usually depicted in tablet form as three rows of eight runes apiece. * The facts here tend to support the poetic thesis. * There is, though, an important distinction to be made. ‘Heaven’ is not…
by Steve Tanham
No thought of dirt as Young fingers slid round iron Rifled in straight and bitter verticals To stop small boys ascending Ha! ~~~~~~~~ The base to space so broad We could propel those vital First two feet, and then With will, and strengthening fingers And will, and tearing nails And will, and iron conquered Hang in space so far From that ordinary world Until, … Read More A Tangent to the Earth
by Steve Tanham
There’s a new park in Kendal. It nestles beneath the Fellside district. It’s an old part of the town that climbs to become one of the first fells on the way to Lake Windermere. The meeting of Lakeland fell and level park is dramatic and beautiful. The centre of the park is circular, and filled with ornamental grasses, surrounded by shrubs. Cold and frost … Read More #ShortWrytz : Leaves of Winter
by Steve Tanham
I’ve taken a lot of photographs during the past ten years, but none of them like the one above. Shot at Castlerigg Stone Circle, near Keswick, in December 2018, it depicts what I’ve called the ‘green flame’. The photo was part of a set taken during the ‘Full Circle’ Silent Eye weekend. Sue and Stuart had created the weekend and were doing the detailed … Read More The Flickering Present…
by Steve Tanham
The A66 road connects east and west across northern England and runs through some of the highest parts of the Pennine Hills. Notorious for its severe winter winds that topple heavy wagons, it’s also very beautiful. Here, at its western end, this fast road soars across the glacial landscape, up and down like a bird of prey, before dropping us onto a scene of … Read More #ShortWritz: End of the Road
by Steve Tanham
You took us to your window To see the cliffs of dawn Across the miles they shone like sheets Hung on a washing line We knew, you said, beyond the chalk On scribbled boards you waited And prayed that you were searching, too For those who searched for you… ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
From Stuart… The Silent Eye * …Come together in this countryside, where so much has lately gone undone, Come armed with wisdom and intelligence, together we shall utter the words of truth, which heaven’s saints are wont to hear and they will come down amongst us… * …We are now clambering back into Wen’s low slung car. “I have much higher hopes of the … Read More Virgin of the Ridge…
by Steve Tanham
The town of Cassel, near Lille in Northern France, is shrouded in mist – the same mist that had accompanied our first ever visit to the World War One cemeteries of Vimy and Notre Dame de Lorette. Six of us are slotted, snugly, into the mid-size people carrier bouncing at speed into the centre of Cassel. Behind us are a variety of warm coats … Read More Horseman in the Mist
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