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'In Search of Standing Stones'

 

-'In Search of Standing Stones' 

 

Not in a particularly knowledgeable way, and not being superstitious either, we seem to be fascinated by the feeling of the atmosphere that surrounds standing stones or rock carvings from many years ago, when man could almost be described as another wild animal compared to our sophisticated over-elaborate way of life today. Perhaps the very fascination lies in that difference, one suddenly stand's gaping and without any prejudices, for what is there to be prejudiced against? 

 

We do not know why these stones were set up, one stands as if in a moving religious ceremony wondering what the mystery of it is. We see again another dimension, almost forgotten in our comfortable organised world, where little threatens us compared to the hunting man. The air is peaceful (here in the north) where the stones in the centre of an ordinary meadow, lean as they have done for 1000's of years, but it was not necessarily peaceful when they were erected.

 

It's this not knowing which has such creative power in us, man's mind in such a vacuum can be inspired to form its own shapes of thought, as when one meets a new form of art expression the mind can freely function, a relief from seeing a well known painting where no more can be said.

 

At Stone Henge, in Britain, the mud created by 8 million visitors a year, was recently covered with turfs and a fence erected around the site, but this did not belittle the splendour of those enormous megaliths, an unmoving circle on the undulating, boulder-less plains of Salisbury; people were like ants juxtaposed against this 'cathedral,' silent like the silence after a great Bach fugue on the greatest organ in existence, the sound dying with a mysterious inexplicable power.

 

There are many theories about these great stone monuments but we can only imagine, and create ideas with the help of dating, or knowing in  what environment was they were set up. The human minds that created these edifices are beyond our imagination's power so they remain an enigma, as little understood as the many and various gods of the religions.


— Nordic cloud, Jan 28, 2010

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

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Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

I love the humbling way you

I love the humbling way you have about your poetic prose which is always wrapped up in the reality of the moment and the history of the past. The lore and the awe with which we view and imagine what might have been - how different our species used to be - how we have unfolded and whether the folds should have been. Wonderful work dear Ann. A pleasure to read and enjoy. ~Pamela
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

First a warm thank you for reading my screed,

First a warm thank you for reading my screed, and being so positive about it Pamela, thank you it thrilled me. This area of the Neopoets tends to get ignored doesn't it, looking at Ken's writings here that is the case, and its got the same interest and feelings that poetry has in many cases, just as exciting. Having written many, many letters and then some articles on travels in Europe and Mexico, plus some historic subjects usually connected with prehistoric objects or landscapes, I have had good exercise in writing, but still hang on to my way of looking at things; my partner here is more precise-concise, preci's the texts to make them more presentable for the general public, while my pen flies into the wilds of my thought processes sometimes even forgetting what subject I started out to describe! Yours dear Pamela from Annskie bird.
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

It does indeed

seem to be a neglected section of the site. I am glad you have peered in on Ken's prose as well. He is an insightful and intelligent man - which reflects in his writings as you know. I think most people who peek in at the prose take a look and think, oh that is way too long, I am not going to read that - and oh what poetic value they are missing. I have just begun to explore the world of poetic prose and poetry in letter form. How beautifully creative we can be in both genre and still fresh. I loved this - but then - I love standing stones. *smile* ~Pamela
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

'Tajos del las figuras'

Every time we have been on holiday we have had some strange exotic( for us) goal. For instance I went into the University library here in Oslo and found a book written by L'Abbaye Breuil and his friends (don't remember the names just now) they were in the SW of Spain exploring 'Tajos del las figuras' and this of course put the inspiration for a Spanish trip at the top of the list. We went and we had a wonderful time using the crumpled maps that we copied out of their book, not having known there were any rock paintings in that part of Spain. Altamira everyone has heard of, and the same Abbaye and his famous drawings of the animals in that cave. So too when travelling to Italy it was the Val Camonica rock carvings, France is rich with them too, famously. So each trip is an adventure like an explorer; then when we came back we wrote articles about them and earned a drop of money towards the expenses, never enough but tant pis! It was an adventure. As for Menhir, they are always fascinating aren't they especially the megalithic eras, they even got as far north as Denmark, and many's the time I have stopped the car at 5 am. beside the impressive Stone Henge and wandered in over the grass fields to study those wonderful stones; now they are caged in and there are tunnels to go to see them, back in the 60's they were there just open to the sky like a wood, a stone wood made by man. It is through letter writing that I have practised and practised writing and love doing it, always saying that if ever I was to find myself in prison I would ask for a pen and paper and be as happy as could be, no lunch time, no doing the clothes washing, no going to work and using my mind on petty things, just writing wand writing ad infinitum. You saw my prison poem? The prison would HAVE to be an old decrepit one as then I could find a lot to study in the cracked walls etc!! Love from Ann and thank you dear Pamela-.