Forgotten Fields

Progress on the anthology has been slow, but this year, I shall at last distribute a chapbook version (a rudimentary, amateur booklet for scrutiny).

I understand that ‘lent et douloureux’ is the tempo Satie intended for Gymnopédie No. 1, but Reinhart de Leeuw’s sluggish rendition slows it to such an agonising crawl that the melody all but evaporates. One longs for it to end, convinced that it ever will.

I would like to ask whoever curates @AppleMusic's 'Meditation Moments' classical playlist how Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 30 in E Major, Op. 109, can possibly be considered an appropriate choice.

It is summer in South Limburg, and one of my favourite sights is the baby blue blossoms of woodland forget-me-nots (Myosotis sylvatica) stilly adorning the waysides.

@Plinki_Plonki Poor donkey!

🫏 You've some competition 🌿 @forgottenfield 🤣 youtu.be/d8s1t1SsjyE?si…

🌿🎵 ahahaah @forgottenfield has upped the ante even FURTHER and added a whole other stanza AND beautiful Plïnkï Plønkï percussion. We are blown away- SOUND ON! 💙🔊

The sun through the trees Stripped of their leaves.

@behind_cloud9 I have fallen in love with the European winter.

@forgottenfield beautiful

The winter water slow— Like oil through the snow.

@krzyzis This reminds me just how fitting Twitter’s ‘Fleets’ was: it barely lasted for nine months.

it is very funny that everyone has collectively forgotten about threads

Autumn comes to a German forest.

@vmdTM In Italy, I was stunned by the plethora of pasta shapes and sizes.

Life is a scherzo.

It is a painful thing when a line exceeds the available column width.

@dougthomasmusic Gothic architecture transcends such petty maxims.

#LessisMore(!)

I recall being very pleased with it, thinking it would be the first of many such written pieces; but, in the end, typing was better suited to my process. The notebook no longer exists; but this photograph of it, the product of fancy and conceit, does.

Of the fifty-plus poems I wrote, only 'A Sunbird!' was ever jotted down on paper as a sketch, one of my earliest attempts at traditional nature poetry (2017).

@vmdTM So Advaita.

A humorous abstract of the dilemma traditional art is about to face.

The one to appear in the anthology has the actual bird call transcribed, doing away with my petty emotions and relishing only its wistful little whistle. I had an opportunity to photograph it in the autumn of 2020.

There are instances where I have two finished versions of a poem. This is the case with 'A Batis' (a South African songbird). Here is the discarded version.

Assume that you do not need an exclamation mark.