"Seeing It"

Seeing It

If it is in you to do it, it will be done

I can't be certain that you have it but I see its potential in you

It is for me to see it in you, not so for others, not so in others

But I must find ways to admit that I have been wrong more times

than I have been right

And that work is what must make me humble

My good fortune works against it.

"In Praise of Older Women"

"Making all their nowhere plans for nobody ... "

Click HERE for "Nowhere Man"

"The People Rule"

My journal ... my blog

If you want to science the contents of this journal you will sometimes succeed but you will often fail;

Nonetheless the authenticity of it is impeccable.

If it makes you feel a certain way, trust that;

If you want to validate that feeling in a concrete world tub it will sometimes prove empty.

Read this as you would a work of fiction that captures the reality of me (or of yourself) better than proofs that report to know when they only half see.

- MJH -

'Ballad of a Young Man'

"To sleep ... perchance to dream ... "

Cavalo Lusitano - Golegã, No. 2

Cavalo Lusitano - Golegã, No. 2, originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Love Among the Ruins '

'Love Among the Ruins ', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

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"Love among the Ruins" (Robert Browning)

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
         Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
         Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
         As they crop—
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
         (So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
         Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
         Peace or war.

Now the country does not even boast a tree,
         As you see,
To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills
         From the hills
Intersect and give a name to, (else they run
         Into one)
Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires
         Up like fires
O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall
         Bounding all
Made of marble, men might march on nor be prest
         Twelve abreast.

And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass
         Never was!
Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o'er-spreads
         And embeds
Every vestige of the city, guessed alone,
         Stock or stone—
Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe
         Long ago;
Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame
         Struck them tame;
And that glory and that shame alike, the gold
         Bought and sold.

Now—the single little turret that remains
         On the plains,
By the caper overrooted, by the gourd
         Overscored,
While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks
         Through the chinks—
Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time
         Sprang sublime,
And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced
         As they raced,
And the monarch and his minions and his dames
         Viewed the games.

And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve
         Smiles to leave
To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece
         In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey
         Melt away—
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
         Waits me there
In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul
         For the goal,
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
            Till I come.

But he looked upon the city, every side,
         Far and wide,
All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades'
         Colonnades,
All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,—and then
         All the men!
When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,
         Either hand
On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace
         Of my face,
Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech
         Each on each.

In one year they sent a million fighters forth
         South and North,
And they built their gods a brazen pillar high
         As the sky
Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force—
         Gold, of course.
O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
         Earth's returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!
         Shut them in,
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!

         Love is best.

"Win, Place and Show" No. 2

"Win, Place and Show" No. 2, originally uploaded by Canadapt.

"Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall ... "

"Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall ... ", originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Fade to Black'

'Fade to Black', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Lush Life'

'Lush Life', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Now and Zen'

Live for today ... the future is uncertain!

'Winter's Therapy'

'Winter's Therapy', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Semiahmoo Bay'

'Semiahmoo Bay', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'Tranquility Base'

'Tranquility Base', originally uploaded by Canadapt.

'In the shadow of your smile ... '

'In the shadow of your smile ... ', originally uploaded by Canadapt.