Too modern, the flow of the line (a disturbance),
and barely civilised. An instinct or emotion you can see. At the
Blowing Stone, R. Hippisley Cox - "and it is seldom that
one of the beautiful girls from the cottage is unwilling to instruct
the stranger."
A fleeting glimpse of the Uffington Horse - it
recalls sensations not elsewhere described. In the distance loose
on a hill quintessence. An airborne image. Royal besom, her method
of escape - sensual mare. In this place, evidence of an unconscious
process. The motion of stillness - a local utility - has yet to
arrive, but is always departing.
When you dance I think of this poem, which also
skips about. It could be a description of yr aura, I think. (The
quote in the poem is from The Green Roads of England, 1914, an
antiquarian study of trackways and earthworks and stuff). - Andy
Jordan.