wakefulness (The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed. )

Animals at night again, its funny how these things appear from nowhere.

One of my favourite poems, perhaps my favourite poem,  is ‘The Thought Fox‘ by Ted Hughes. Its perfect for nights when trees sway in the wind, no stars can been seen, wind blows down the chimney and everything else is quiet except you sense something is there. The opening two verse say:-

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

So I’m awake at 3.30am and can’t sleep because I feel stuff going on in the darkness, stuff moving  and rustling about in the undergrowth, stuff that I can’t quite capture but I want to capture or at least catch a glimpse of.
Bed is going to have to wait, I want to see what’s going on.

There are different images that come to mind here in the wakefulness.

The first one is from Genesis, the earth formless and empty, darkness over the surface of the deep and the spirit of God  hovering over the waters.
Chaos and coldness but the promise of good things to come?

The next is of Jacob alone in the darkness.
Alone that is until he ends up wrestling  a man all night, a man who ends up blessing Jacob and changing his to Israel because he has  ‘struggled with God and with human beings’ and has overcome’.

The final image is of  Bruce Springsteen singing ‘Badlands’, which is probably my favourite Springsteen song.

‘Lights out tonight,
Trouble in the heartland,
Got a head on collision,
Smashin’ in my guts, man,
I’m caught in a cross fire,
That I don’t understand…..

Wrestling in the darkness again and waiting for things to turn around, for things you sense but can’t yet see  to appear from the undergrowth, wrestling with God and humans and not letting go, getting your hip wrenched and a limp for the rest of your days as a result.

That seems to be the way of it.

Then in keeping with the tone of this post H____   wakens from her  slumber upstairs, goes to the bathroom and makes her way back to bed. Suddenly we are both awake at 4.30am on a Friday morning…

‘The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.’

the plough pt I – names

The Big Dipper – North America

the Plough – England
the Saucepan –  England
the Butcher’s CleaverEngland

the Starry Plough – Ireland

Charles his waine,
Charles’ Wain,
Charlie’s Waggon – England

Karlavagnen, Karlsvogna, or Karlsvognen – Scandinavia

Großer Wagen (Great Cart) – Germany

Grote Beer ( Big Bear), Steelpannetje (saucepan) –  Holland

Otava – Finland

Göncölszekér (“Göncöl’s cart”)  – Hungary

The Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper” – Eastern Asia

北斗七星; pinyin: běidǒu qīxīng – China

北斗七星, hokutoshichisei – Japan

북두칠성, Bukduchilseong – Korea

chòm sao Bắc Đẩu – Korea

Buruj Biduk (The Ladle) – Malayasia

Seven Gods (Долоон бурхан) – Mongolia

from wikipedia

meteor showering


I am waiting for the meteorite show to begin. Vincent van Gogh said

‘I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.’

and he is right.

The wind is chilly tonight


Helen comes out of the house to tell me that the show isn’t due to begin until 10.30pm.

So I am going inside to get a Jameson’s to keep warm


A large cloud is moving across the sky. At first you get pissed off then you realise that clouds are equally as beautiful as meteorites.


Look at the TV aerial on my neighbours house.What about my neighbours, they’re miracles as well

clouds = spectacular

meteorites = really spectacular

neighbours and humans = most spectacular of all


I haven’t noticed that the sky is clear behind me.Its huge! How am I meant to police that!!?


I want to keep drawing as I was thinking about entering The Guardian graphic novel competition but

1 I can’t see anything

2 If I am drawing I won’t be looking at the sky

3 Its freezing

4 Helen has come out to join me so I should not be rude


It was cold. Truth be told it was a let down, I only saw four shooting stars.

Plus I probably got hypothermia.

I also saw us scaring our drunk neighbour who probably wasn’t expecting two people to be sitting outside in the dark in an unusual place


Read people saying that they saw cool shooting stars just after the point that I went in and starting faffing about on the computer….try not to feel stupid for going out too early..

some of us are lying between two pebble dashed cliffs but….

3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,

4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?

5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings [c]
and crowned him with glory and honor.

6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands;
you put everything under his feet:

7 all flocks and herds,
and the beasts of the field,

8 the birds of the air,
and the fish of the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.

9 O LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!