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'Seamless' Chapter 7 of my new book, 'Coherent Self, Coherent World' featured in 'Tears in the Fence' magazine

8/3/2019

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This chapter looks deeply at what beauty and art are and how they are created.
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New poem 'Xi: The New God, the Dead Man' published in Amethyst Review

6/12/2019

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Poem 'All Ways' published in Amethyst Review

5/31/2019

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New Poem 'Middle England' published in Amethyst Magazine

5/31/2019

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Celebrating Jay Ramsay's Life & Legacy

5/5/2019

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May 4th at St Laurence's Church, Stroud-- Friends, colleagues, family filled the church for an finely choreographed evening of poetry, prose, music. All of it beautiful, all of it reflections of the community of spirit and talent Jay helped nurture and encourage. An incredible achievement by the team who brought it together: Steve Morris, Simon Hinkly, Jacqui Stearn, Adam Horovitz, Jane Samuels, Katie Lloyd-Nunn (apologies if I've not included everyone), with exquisite arrangement of elements that turned the whole event into a artwork.  

Here is my tribute to Jay which I had the privilege of speaking in that company: 

Jay declared unequivocally for a sacred dimension of humans and the planet, and as a result he was not granted a place within the literary mainstream. He did not become one of Britain’s Poet Laureates, his work is probably not taught as part of the curricula of most Modern Poetry courses.

But the truth is, that so-called mainstream is faltering—for while it may still have position, and the power of force or influence that goes with that, it lacks authority.

Donald Trump is the president of the United States of America, and the current Oxford Professor of the Public Understanding of Science speculates that AI will eventually be able to write literature and compose music to rival that of the human  ‘greats’ because after all the human brain is just like a very clever computer. 

This is the materialist mainstream: a kind of crude greed on the one hand, and an algorithm on the other. This is not substantial, it has no vision, it is the Emperor’s new clothes syndrome. Yet this is the mostly unexamined credo of of the majority of the media, academia, and contemporary literature.
A credo of which, by the way, (and I speak as some one who recently returned from living in America) the military industrial complex fully approve.

Yet as we know, for decades now, new streams of visionary thought-in every field, including the life sciences and physics-have been forming and those of us gathered here this evening, and many others who are not here, connected by a love for and appreciation of Jay, form a loose sub-tribe within this movement, for whom the old materialism is a threadbare idea. And clearly Jay’s work has always been within and recognised by and contributing to this new mainstream.

I want to to read part of a poem by Jay called ‘Confession’: (which I received in one of his group emails last two years or so.)

“An empty room I didn’t realize was there 
in the centre of my being
where I am with You.


So many other rooms, a palace of faces 
but without this 

there’s no well inside,
above and below.


So in my innermost heart and soul
I must say ‘I am that I am’


I can surrender,
and I can command


I can say
‘I love you, I am sorry, please forgive me’ 

to this heart

‘for creating a reality separate from you’. "

“The empty room inside ourselves”—the place of presence, the divine—Jay uses a capital ‘Y’ for You; the deeper dimension of Self.
It’s empty - because he’s forgotten it? It’s empty because this is not a material place, it is another level of identity —“where I am with You.”
We connect to this place through our heart - it is not an intellectual exercise. And in the poem, Jay apologies to his heart:  “please forgive me” “for creating a reality separate from you”. 

“The reality separate from you”—this is the world without the input of the deeper presence infusing it.  In the grail myth this separate reality is called the wasteland. The wasteland that is created when, I am NOT that I am, when we cut ourselves off from ourselves. 

Jay says this is his confession, he does it, we all do it, but he is conscious of it.  It’s ironic, because the not doing of this, is kind of Jay’s manifesto. But in the enactment, the metaphor of this poem is everything. 

This is the work of the shaman: I think poets are shamen and shawomen, they connect the worlds of inner and outer, of above and below, and bring that knowledge back to the tribe; they don’t just reflect what the culture already thinks, they take on and transform the ills and neuroses of society
and they bring renewal. 

Poets are the guardians of values,  by which I don’t mean simple rule-based moralities, but of the deeper orders of being: the well spring of imagination out of which we can see anew, we can imagine the earth anew. I am that I am.  That world will reflect the inner, if the heart is kept clear.

And this is the role that Jay played as a poet par excellence, keeping the heart clear, connected and not only exploring what that meant in himself, but seeing it, relating to it in others, in us, and also keeping poetry itself clear, allowing it to speak clearly, to touch the heart. Defending it against the obscurities and nihilism of postmodernism. 

And this parallels Wordsworth’s aim in Lyrical Ballads, to let language be ‘common’  ie, possible to understand; to share meaning, not obscure it—which of course is only worth doing if you have a vision to share.

“Where there is no vision the people perish” as Jay quoted in his Introduction to the anthology ‘Diamond Cutters’. The vision isn’t some specific agenda, although it might touch on aspects of “the reality separate from You”:  Occupy’s tents outside St Paul’s Cathedral; the two women who climbed uThe Shard, to protest drilling for oil in the Arctic. But to evolve policy is not the job, the poet’s job is to keep alive, bear witness to, the deeper order out of which coherent policy can arise. 

And I’d like to end by reading a passage from Jay’s long poem Pilgrimage  published by Awen on his 60th birthday : 

    “And I am like a dragon guarding a rich hoard
    As its pieces start to glow like mosaic inside me,
    Like jewelled light I’d give everything for
    As I’ve been given it—and for the one place
    Where they can only come together: in my upper chest
    In the wide open whole of my heart…
    
    I made a promise, am making it now: ….
    To give of the gift You have given….

    I sing with the psalmist, with the Ancient of Days.
    I sing with the flower too small to have a name.
    I sing with those behind me, with those in front,
    With those who sing through me and are unborn.
    I sing as we circle, and as we sing we are companions
    Singing in blood and in the deep riven strata.
    I sing with the stone and the leaf, the rock and the stream,
    And I sing with the angel hammering in the dark at your door.

    I sing the song I’m given to sing
    And it’s not my song—it’s ours for the taking:

        Imagination, New Creation in the Dawn” 

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Cafe Spiritual: Coherent Self, Coherent World Wednesday 6 March at The Fold, Bransford, WorcesterWR6 5JB11am - 12.30pm, by donation

3/2/2019

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Diana's new non-fiction book 'Coherent Self, Coherent World: A new synthesis of Myth, Metaphysics & Bohm's Implicate Order' from 'O' Books is now available to pre-order on Amazon and other sites.
Greater coherence follows in every aspect of our lives when we learn to use the magical tool of consciousness. We do this by connecting to our deeper self. Come and explore how myth and ancient sacred texts can guide us on the path to personal coherence. 

Cafe Spiritual is a local network coordinated by Tessa Maskell offering opportunities for spiritual companionship, support and enquiry during challenging and changing times. All are welcome. Tel: 01684 569236 Email: tessamaskell@btinternet.com 
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‘It’s All One Place’ - recollections of and tribute for my friend Jay Ramsay

1/10/2019

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               Jay Ramsay, British poet and healer, passed away peacefully on 30th December 2018. 
My poems were still in the bottom drawer of my desk, and the very idea of performing them was challenging when I first met Jay, around 30 years ago. Like many other poets before and after me, I got to experience Jay’s extraordinary kindness and encouragement, and soon had a first volume of poems from The Diamond Press with the help of Jay and publisher Geoffrey Godbert. Not long after that, I joined the other members of what was probably the second generation of the performance group Angels of Fire, with Jay, Lizzie Spring, Carolyn Askar and Taggart Deike. 


Jay became a lifelong friend and colleague, editing four poetry anthologies that I contributed to, editing two of my poetry books, writing endorsements, offering his Chrysalis imprint for my collection of sonnets. He came over to America after I moved there with my family, and we had a lot of fun giving workshops and readings. Our daughter was 8 years old at the time, and I will never forget the ‘living sculpture’ of driftwood and flotsam she and Jay built down along the marshy edge of the tidal pond close to our home. It stood for a surprising number of years before tides and weather dismantled it. 


Jay’s generosity functioned within his own passion for and dedication to the craft of poetry. The number of his poetry books alone is legendary. But more than this, what I valued always was his 
unabashed staking out of what he called ‘the visionary dimension’. Jay’s perennial theme is that the worlds of vision and form are intertwined:


    ‘I cross the threshold, and wade
    Where the breath hangs in the sunlight and the green
    And there’s no sound, only the breath whispering,
    Humming inaudibly like bees, at my feet…


    And the light pours down, the light is pouring down
    Over my head, drawing me into silence
    So there’s no difference between the light
    And what it’s shining on—it’s all one place’
        
                from ‘Pilgrimage’


Why is this important? Because: ‘Where there is no vision the people perish’. Visionary awareness brings coherence, brings life. And for Jay this is what poetry enacts, what it is for: 
    
    ‘Poetry, stuck like a rare transparency
    Pressed between the pages of a book
    When we need it written all over the air
    A mile high, so blind eyes can see?’
        
            from ‘prelude-for Ted’ in ‘Monuments’


Jay persisted in this understanding, the poems flowing out through decades dominated by the intellectual arrogance of postmodern nihilism, reductionist science and the Juggernaut of global markets. His poetry forms a significant thread in the gold weave of vision sustained by all great poets—and which in turn sustains us.


Recently returned to the UK from America, I managed to see Jay twice. Once in a sunny cafe,
when he looked radiant, the second time at the launch of 'The Dangerous Book’, when he 
looked more gaunt. Now he is no longer here, in form anyway, although I know he is here in presence. Nevertheless, I will miss him, miss co-creating, miss hearing his beautiful voice.









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Anniversary of William Blake's birth today 28th November...

11/28/2018

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Blake

What bravery, what extremes, completely
to leave the world and etch the real one
engrave it, ink with rainbow, then copy-- 
world everlasting, repeatable, done;
and listen only to voices inside
not the outside, political rabble’s
rush to the bottom financial scrabble, 
take dictation, write songs and hymns, abide
the time when valleys’ green can meet again
inside our hearts that realm whose pure exchange
does not pollute; single-handed counter-
balance, counter-culture, who was madder-- 
poet of fire, brimstone, smoke stacks, vision
of sadness, small cold rooms’ introversion.
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My Sonnet 'Blake' to be read at The Blake Society Celebration of William Blake's Birthday, Wednesday 28th November...

10/30/2018

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Although I cannot attend in person, I will watch online and feel very
honoured to have some one else read my sonnet.

Here are the event details: 
Month of November
Wednesday 28 November 2018 at 7pm for 7.30pm
We look forward to seeing you at Blake’s Birthday Revelry.
!!! Please note the change of venue from that published in our printed programme !!!
7pm for 7.30pm on Wednesday 28 November 2018
The Theodore Bullfrog, 26-28 John Adam Street, London WC2N 6HL
Birthday Revelry
Then was a time of joy and love
And now the time returns again

Come and celebrate the 261st anniversary of the Eternal Prophet’s entrance into this vegetable universe with an evening of art, poetry, music, drama, and wit.
Join the Tithe Grant Award winner Will Franken as he compères the night’s festivities, introducing a bevy of talented performers of all stripes in honour of the manifold layers of Blake’s unique genius as poet, painter, satirist, rebel, and prophet.
If you would like to perform or be involved, please email:
revelry@blakesociety.org

Here is my sonnet:

Blake
What bravery, what extremes, completely
to leave the world and etch the real one:
engrave it, ink with rainbow, then copy -
world everlasting, repeatable, done;
and listen only to voices inside
not the outside, political rabble’s
rush to the bottom financial scrabble, 
take dictation, write songs and hymns, abide
the time when valleys’ green can meet again
inside our hearts that realm whose pure exchange
does not pollute; single-handed counter-
balance, counter-culture, who was madder -
poet of fire, brimstone, smoke stacks, vision
of sadness, small cold rooms’ introversion.


'Blake' was first published in the anthology of eco-spiritual poetry 'The Soul of the Earth' published by Awen Publications, edited by Jay Ramsay
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My poem 'Art' published in Amethyst Review magazine...

4/15/2018

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