Rooks up in the silver birch outside my kitchen window being buffeted in wind (writes Ian)
And a little further away are more rooks lined up upon the rims of tall willows (or might be birches)
Eventually all these rooks come and roost in the car park below. Sharing their sleep with me.
Video: Ian Nisbet
An adaptation of the obscure indications Eric Satie gave to pianists playing his pieces “The Gnossiennes (writes Ian). Its all about trying to misdirect your perception to look “elsewhere”.
“Provide yourself with confusion”
Unnoun Knowns. Thrash Facts. Shred Thens. Begin with Ends.
“The unturned corner”
You didn’t dare turn. But now you do.
“Be back to front”
As a right to left.
Wipe away wrong. Rub off right.
Pick up what is over the top.
Be prepared to drop.
Palm as landing,
Finger is launching
Click click click click
“Bumbly as a Bee”
Bumbly. Bum. bly. Being. A Bee.
Wait. As long as.
As far as.
“To the Honey”
“Dance an inner jiggle”
Without moving a muscle. Feel unsweatily, hormonally, moved.
Sat on the toilet is you.
Farty pants. Remember?
“Like a cat with a dream”
Daft face. Oblivious. Stuck stuffed out tongue. Lapel it.
At the duck.
– Written by Ian Nisbet
Painting: Hazel Brown
Will I forget the roar of waves?
Or that sharp keening wind?
River patterns in sand?
The curious seal; black head straining.
An incoming tide-swell rolls and sucks stones.
In the rhythm of morning I draw breath.
Sea-bringer of storm
Sky, sea, wind and moon
Meet at the fullest.
The night air aches for Monday.
Old battles rage on.
Thor said they would.
They will fight a dawn death,
Storm seas washing the scene of debris.
– Hazel Brown 16 July 2015
This looked inviting. We were wondering. Could we? Should we?
On a golf course? Right inside that sunset? Between the Cypresses legs?
It would have been daring. Even outrageous. Possibly scandalous.
Golf courses need a bit of rough. Or ripping up.
(Illustration: Hazel Brown)
I am finding it incredibly difficult to keep abreast of the “scoring” in a tennis match, (writes Hazel) mostly to do with my misunderstanding of numbers, plus, the oddity of the scores ie: 15’s…30’s…40’s etc. So I thought it best to find out just how this game originated, how the scoring was invented and how it developed. Real Tennis: The History of the Game of Tennis.
Apparently, the game goes back in time to the Greeks and Romans, who it seems loved playing tennis! It was a hand ball game back then..called..(.in French, jeu de paume). The Roman legionaries, moving into France (Gaul ), took the game with them playing it against the walls of the old towns,outside Castles and Monastaries. In fact the word, Tennis, is thought to stem from the Anglo-Norman imperative “tenetz!” A warning cry given by the server, “Take this! Play!”
The shape of the court, as we know it today, evolved slowly over the middle ages, by the end of the 15th century, approx dimensions were agreed on.
Tennis is traditionally thought of as the Game of Kings, and it was the ecclesiastical high-ups who first put their stamp of approval on the game. During the Middle Ages, players began to protect their hands with a leather glove. Later this glove was to acquire gut strings in the shape of a guitar; later a short handle was added to it – a battoir. This was covered in vellum, which led to the stealing of manuscripts by unscrupulous persons.
It is a well documented fact that between 1550 and 1700 there were no fewer than two hundred and fifty courts of various shapes and sizes in Paris alone. Henry V111 was a huge fan of the game, which historians now refer to as ‘real tennis’. There are many fascinating stories woven around this 15th century game of Kings and Princes. I believe the scoring was developed by using a clock: 15 minutes…the first score..30 minutes..then 40 minutes and so on… So this explains the unusual numbering, which I was finding totally baffling to my none mathematical brain!