Pink Blancmange

Pink Blancmange

A skull full of pink blancmange

                Sizzling with electricity

                                Gushing with blood

Creating yellow, green, blue and orange

                Sight and eccentricity

                                A universe in flood.

All that is me is a pattern

                In a matrix of connections

                                A flow that’s never still

I’m the conductor with my baton

                Organising the inflexions

                                Into a picture that is real

Awareness, a mysterious product

                Of chemical soup

                                In circuits and flow

Out of which intelligence is plucked

                An ever-flowing loop

                                Enabling me to know.

Opher – 7.5.2023

Trying to capture the wonders of consciousness, awareness and life in words is impossible.

My words come back to mock me. All invented out of the electric soup of billions of years of evolution.

We are all walking mysteries to amaze ourselves. Our thoughts feeble yet extraordinary.

Be extraordinary and wonder with joy and awe. Invent my simplistic gods to explain these astounding phenomena – just smile.

Photography – The floating Temple at Saigon – incredible dragons and ceramics.

Travel and Photography

             Going up the Mekong to the floating temple, past the herons, the fisher-ladies and the lily-pads. The temple was a gaudy mass of coloured ceramics. I took a hundred photos. Everywhere you looked was another great picture.

King Penguin – pictures from the Falklands

Travel and Photography

Here’s a few photos of the King Penguins from the Falklands.

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You can see the baby under its father’s feet on the left. It is burrowing under him for safety.

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Poetry – I am an accident – a ode to the wonder of life

I am an accidentMy never ending fascination with reality continues. I love everything to do with the universe, life and infinity. It is amazing.I have found no answers. I do not think there are answers in any of the holy books. They seem to me to be men (very few women) trying to find answers to the perennial questions of life and death. I suspect there are no answers. I see verses of poetry, moral instruction and political rhetoric from millennia gone by. Teachings that are meant to illustrate life and answer our questions and fears concerning the after-life. I do not find them convincing. What I do see is the way they are used by politicians and religious leaders to gain power and influence, accumulate wealth, live in luxury and control others. Religion is not about providing answers so much as creating prestige and raising people up. It is a weapon of the establishment to control the masses.The reality of space, time and life is far stranger than anything written in holy books from semi-civilised times. We are only now piercing the world of quantum mechanics, subatomic particles and the mysteries of the Big Bang. There is an underlying chaos within the order. There is a conundrum.Humans love mystery. I am human. Rather than create creeds to indoctrinate children with and foster hatred I would prefer to appreciate the wonder of a sunrise, the splendour of a creature or the beauty of a landscape. If there is such a thing as spirituality then I believe it is within those things, plus a little love and friendship – not any book of words.I believe the universe, and life, is the result of random chaos, chance and a few basic physical laws. Nothing more. We are all accidents worth celebrating. The fact that we are here and able to appreciate it is as near to a miracle as I’m ever likely to get. If that isn’t worthy of celebration what is?I am an accident I am a single accidentIn a universe of accidents.Each moment is a complete new universeTo experience and explore,Loose within the fabric of organised chaos.No one thing is left to chance;Everything is left to chance.My mind churns through the possibilitiesSeeking answersAll I see from humanityAre lies, deception and disease.We taint the purityWith the halitosis of our words.Even the holiest wordsBecome profane abuseTo facilitate powerRancour and hatred.The mystery of chance is encapsulatedBetween the lines.That is where the truth of eternity lies –Between the liesBetween the linesBetween the signs……… Opher 23.1.2016If you enjoy my poems or anecdotes why not purchase a paperback of anecdotes for £7.25 or a kindle version for free.http://www.amazon.co.uk/Anecdotes-Weird-Science-Writing-Ramblings/dp/1519675631/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1457515636&sr=1-3&keywords=opher+goodwinOr a book of poetry and comment:Rhyme and Reason – just £3.98 for the paperback or free on Kindlehttp://www.amazon.co.uk/Rhymes-Reason-Opher-Goodwin/dp/1516991184/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1457515636&sr=1-4&keywords=opher+goodwinMy other books are here:http://www.amazon.co.uk/Opher-Goodwin/e/B00MSHUX6Y/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1457515636&sr=1-2-entThank you and please leave a review.

The Voyage Part 6 – Ilheus Brazil

Travel and Photography

We headed out of Recife for a day at sea on the way south.

Ilheus was different. While Recife was a major port and city catering for transatlantic commerce Ilheus was a small town whose claim to fame was the production of chocolate (now largely in the past). One of the beauties of being in a small ship was that we could get into the small ports. We were welcomed into the port by a samba drumming outfit who seemed to be dressed up in African cotton shirts. They were great.

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Ilheus had that same decaying colonial architecture that we’d seen in Olinda. We wandered through the town and looked at the electricity wiring reminiscent of Thailand and India. It hung in swathes across every building and formed great knotted junctions on every corner rather masking the gaudily coloured buildings.

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The centre of town was a square a hundred metres from the beach. The Cathedral dominated to one side and the theatre at another. Many citizens sat in the shade of the magnificent old fig trees while other folk did their best to extract cash from tourists. There were stalls selling cashew nuts and raw chocolate, a group of young men doing the acrobatic kick boxing/dance – Capoeira. Well I say doing. What I really mean is that the musicians playing a short burst while two or three put on a performance and then they demanded money from anyone who dared to watch. We watched. It was fun and looked very interesting and the musical instruments were weird. It was worth a dollar.

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There was also a very strange big black woman in a headscarf and big flouncy white dress. It was our first introduction to Brazilian Voodoo – Candomblé. For a small payment she would give you a blessing. It seemed perfectly mainstream. Voodoo sat alongside Catholicism. People seemed perfectly happy to come out of the cathedral and receive a voodoo blessing. They were covering both bases.

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The Cathedral was heaving with people all joining in with their hands raised palms upward. It always amazes me that the poorer and more deprived the people the more they put their faith in religion and superstition. The evangelicals were making a huge impact in Brazil. There were churches popping up all over the place with massive congregations.

The Cathedral was opulent and a great example of Portuguese architecture though not quite as typical as many. It looked a bit fairy-tale. I enjoyed it. But there were the ubiquitous clutch of beggars.

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Out in the cathedral plaza there was some guy whirling around with a huge hat. IHe didn’t seem to be taking money so I don’t know what that was about. I decided it was either some new religion or something for the tourists to wonder at.

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I wandered on the beach but, due to El Nino, it was a drab day. The beach was empty and did not sparkle.

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We headed out into the hinterland to get a small taste of Brazilian Atlantic rainforest. We saw a waterfall, some pretty birds (including a humming bird) and gorgeous flowers but I was disappointed to find so little life. You could not describe it as teeming.

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Poetry – Eyes Open – A poem to the splendour around us.

Awe and Wonder

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I wanted to write a poem to encapsulate the incredible beauty of the universe and life on this vibrant jewel of a planet.

Evolution has provided us with sense in order to enable us to survive. It has provided us with a brain to process the data. Our senses see all that is around us in order to protect us from predators and enable us to find food and shelter.

An offshoot of this is that we have developed consciousness that allows us to comprehend, create and wonder.

The world around us is full of immense beauty. Life on this planet has evolved into immaculate forms. The natural features of this planet are marvellous to behold.

We should open our senses to the full and bask in it and thank chance for dealing us this hand.

We are possibly the only intelligent life in the whole universe who are able to witness the extent of this wonder. I hope that we are able to not only appreciate but preserve the splendour we are surrounded with; much of it is delicate.

Eyes Open

Surrounded:

Petal and scale

Iridescent –

Galactic

Majesty

Replete.

Feather

Wing and crystal,

Aromatic scent

Creating

Awe and wonder

We cannot repeat.

In the midst

Of splendour

We exist

With sense

To feel

It all;

With open eyes

And ears

To insist

That life is here

To feel

That pull.

There is wonder in our being;

Greatness in our seeing,

And love enough

To hold it all in

Thrall.

Opher 27.7.2015

Voodoo in New Orleans!

New Orleans – Travel and Photography

Voodoo came straight out of the African superstitions via the Creole population. It has gone in the music that comes out of the region  – the Blues and Cajun. It has its Mojo bags, Gris-Gris and John the Conguero – spells, amulets, potions and dolls designed to solve all your problems, raise your sex drive, do in your enemies and make people fall for you – the real Love Potion No. 9 (a Leiber & Stoller number made famous by the Clovers and covered by the likes of the Searchers). Mojos and John the Conquero were made famous by Muddy Waters and when I was young I always wondered what he was talking about. It then went from Blues into Rock.

Dr John is the epitome of Cajun/Voodoo Rock with his gris-gris and voodoo paraphernalia.

The most famous Voodoo Queen has to be Marie Laveau. So we had to go and visit her grave and pay our respects.

Then we headed off to a real live Voodoo Queen and had a session!!

Surrounded by all the tools of the trade – amulets, dolls, incense and lots of colourful drapes she sorted my life out. Well – sort of.

The incredible limestone escarpment at Malham Cove

You walk through these beautiful green hills to arrive at the top of Malham Cove. The amazing limestone escarpment is laid out before you in an array of jigsaw patterns. I think it’s gorgeous!Feels like the Devil’s Causeway – but different!! One of my favourites.

Poetry – Wanting to shine!

Wanting to shine!

I’m forged from the matter made

In the centre of a star,

So I naturally choose to shine.

I’m giving out warmth

And compassion

To make us all feel fine.

I’d rather live in the light

Than huddled in the dark –

Shrunk with fear and hatred.

The choice is rather stark!

It’s the essence of a star

To banish all the night!

Enabling us to see,

Providing us with sight.

So I’m glad that our bodies were forged in the centre of a sun

It gives us all positive potential, each and every one!

Opher 12.9.2019

Life is a miracle of impossibility – yet it happened.

We are made from stars, fashioned in a nuclear cauldron.

We should celebrate every last example.

We are wondrous.

Poetry – Numbers

Numbers

I saw a trillion stars tonight

Then a trillion grains of sand.

But they were mere handfuls

Compared to the atoms in my pen.

It took billions of years

To appreciate this fact.

These numbers are too large for

My billions of brain cells.

Opher – 24.8.2019

We have a hundred billion brain cells. That is all. It is not enough.

The size of the universe. The distance in miles. The length of time. The number of stars. The number of atoms.

They are all beyond our limited ability to comprehend.

Numbers

I saw a trillion stars tonight

Then a trillion grains of sand.

But they were mere handfuls

Compared to the atoms in my pen.

It took billions of years

To appreciate this fact.

These numbers are too large for

My billions of brain cells.

Opher – 24.8.2019

We have a hundred billion brain cells. That is all. It is not enough.

The size of the universe. The distance in miles. The length of time. The number of stars. The number of atoms.

They are all beyond our limited ability to comprehend.