March 2015 Now more than two years on. Ecoute still waits for word from his twin, Etend. He never gives up but wonders whether he is the smuck for not ” getting on with his life” whatever that means. However Ecoute figures he is alive and decides to do a breathing meditation in the hope he is synchrony with Etend. In out in out….
Where is my soul mate twin?
January 2014 It has been over 12 months since “Ecoute” farewelled his twin, Etend, into the wilds. He has had no word except the one postcard. He hopes his twin is enjoying life. He celebrated their birthday with a professional portrait photograph. Ecoute felt he needed to honour his life!
Pour Toi Mon Amour by Jacques Prevert
Je suis allé au marche aux oiseaux
Et j’ai achetés des oiseaux
Pour toi
mon amour
Je suis allé aux marche aux fleur
Et j’ai achete des fleurs
Pour toi
mon amour
Je suis alle aux marche a la ferraille
Et j’ai achete des chaines
Des lourdes chaines
Pour toi
mon amour
Et puis je suis allé au marche aux escalves
Et je t’ai cherchee
Mais je ne t’ai pas trouver
mon amour.
Ecoute knew if he loved his twin he must let him be free.
Listen, Ecoute
On the 12th February 2012 Etend went Raging into the night with a Dylan Thomas Poem
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last men by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
WIld men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind yes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wanting to be heard like millions of others, on the other side of the hill.
Raging towards the grave.
Ecoute’s twin, Etend was left in Studley Park, 46 years after the memory was first formed.
The May Pole has long gone but the wind still rustles in the trees.
4th February 2023 nearly ten years on
The moth is dead and Etend thinks of Dylan Thomas’ poem once again.
Rage rage against the dying of the light……
Etend wonders too about Faust and his deal with the devil around false hope….
Graffitti Granny 