Peregrinando Quaerimus“Through our wandering, we seek” Literary motto of Menasseh ben Israel b. Lisbon 1604. d. Amsterdam 1657
From a cup of beingPours a drink of learning.And though this poem’s tableis laid with choice morsels -Peregrinando. Yet-Where you go, there you are.Where are we? There we are. So wandering, we seek.
I. First Arriving Lord Avebury and Lady Wye Beckhampton Seek wander/adventure.
Tangled roots on ancient hill, made by Sapien conceptual artists;
Use great stones to createMeaning. Seen metaphors.Made tools for conceiving.
Arrive Somerset;once two cottages, now edge-united dwelling.
And Thou, as light poured in from the Garden of Eve: Mind open to here, now; Everywhere; and Always. II. Wander Seek Exmoor
Wander-free wild ponieswarm-blood mammals like us,
through river valleys wing,to mossy riverbeds:wild oak, green ferns, granite.old rivers still babble.
English coin art, concepts embedded in timber, where kings a-hunting went. Narrow passage/ through ways Leaving space for us to both wing through. Our nighttime journey through Withypool, I so want.
III. Her Moor, Her Coast
The next morning, at nineLord Avebury and Lady Wye Beckhampton descend the old staircase observed by their mirrors and their shadow selfies. To Exmoor’s bright sunlight To Dunkery Beacon! All along, her purple heather, winging our path. Exmoor clouds, ponies, stones On high in Somerset. The old toll road, two quid, Led us to her seacoast, Like a fairytale land: Gentle curves, depth descent, Sea and sky mate as one; by human presence known.
Two sides of a mirror’d Literary couplet: Older Holmes & d’Gardens We wander; mammals play.
By seaside, seaside inn You’re 5 feet, 6 inch, winged, your dark eyes brightly see; Flowers your presence wing; just beyond - the deep sea.
IV. Blake Time and Space
Poet artist critic William Blake’s pen and ink “The Sea; or Time and Space”
How apt for our thinking: my Homer’s Odyssey; your Sala’s prophecy; mysteriously foundin Arlington Manor.Slate tines comb Blake’s “The Sea” We bask in Time and Space
V. Stone Structures, Ripe Wheat Norman Church, centu’ries of tombstones; sea wind; prayer By stitched Celtic farm fields. Iron Age Cornish fort. Flowers wing our thoughts, wildmammals graze shipwreck coast. Ripe wheat ungleaned in fieldDelabole’s Slate mines build Boscastle’s blank slate walls
VI. Stone Mountain Island Wander through past, seek now.Could be 1920 Beach on the Atlantic Swim the salt Odyssey Mount St. Michael island In a castle bright, witha wishing well… for anisle mountain pilgrimage. We’re Pirates of Penzance; Tin miners of Cornwall; old artists of St. Ives. VII. East to Eden, Devon
Eden project: nature contained by Sapien thought Hear English accent tales; dancers, seen in a way, appear bacteria, God’s earliest creatures VIII. Dartmoor, Avalon
To Dartmoor we wander Seeking Baskerville moors Neolithic stone row conceptual art piece; Centre ancient circles. To Widdecombe-on-Moor, where the ducks and chickens, before they are eaten, wander freely as us. To Glastonbury town: Great King Arthur, buried; Great monastery, ruined;
New Age capital, where:“Who looks without, dreams; who Looks within, awakens.” Who’d have thought it, Queen mom?
IX. Glastonbury Shabbat: Stone Mountain Abbey ”Where in the world are we?” Asks hider of the seek. ”Who are you in this world?” Asks seeker of hidden. Is it you by the pond? Who me? Yes you. Could be. Someone seeks to wander through the sacred stone Tor
By the great Tor, ruined choirs. Ideas expressed in nature’s hard rock arranged by Sapien thought an abstract God’s Temple.
And now for something that’s Completely different -/: Equipped, provisioned, queued Ten thousand throng pilgrimsMemories! Fireworks! X. Somerset Sunday
In Mayor’s house, that show- cased his contractor skill, now dwell African workspolished stone sculptures Nature contained by thought Pilgrim wares, goddess fest Ding dong! The witch is good! Fairies and goddesses. Glastonbury pilgrims.
XI. Modern Gardens, Stone Structures
Artist at web centre. Woman artists we love Art that speaks for itself:Bruton’s modern Gardens Nature contained by thought Stone concept masterpiece
Modern flowers wing you Is that you by the pond? Who me? Yes you. Could be Seek-to-wander Pilgrims Shape contains ideas; Human structures matter; Chiseled in stone for keeps. They write: Twelve Forty-Two Like our Twenty Nineteen.Seventeen Fifty-OneJohn Sutton carved his name on a Bishop’s Stone tomb.For show. For seen. For keeps.
XII. London Bridge
Through wandering we seek Who are we in this light? Where in the world are we?
What in the world are we? Asks hider of the seek.Who are we in this world?Asks seeker of hidden [Colorful volumes, by Artists, of real people]
The world in our hangers What we do; who we are Who are we, portrait-wise? Who are we, children wise? Music Concept artists wrote stoned masterpieces
XIII. Keats’ Ode Hampstead. Like Rosedale, on steroids Aged well. Aged very well. 1648 house 1938 house The talking cure of joy The talking cure of Freud The library of Tate; The library of Keats; Wander wind am-Ness You should play roar write Art had no other planet Than a strange delicious poem strange sweet drink of eternal pen
Coda From a cup of beingPoured a drink of learning.And though this poem’s table was laid with choice morsels -Peregrinando. Yet-Where we went, there we were.Through wander did we seek.
Words, visuals & editing: eBenBrandeisAdditional photography: Nava