The Mother Nature Exhibit
Designs © Mick Orr
Designs © Mick Orr
This second exhibit was unveiled by the Rt Hon Minister for Culture, Ed Vaizey MP. The poem written and orated by Brian Catling to accompany the unveiling is below.
Obsessive cantankerous and wise
this tweed shaman who refused
never to unlook.
And sharpened his sight on the foibles of our misdirection
confronting head-on the sad opacity of doubt,
would love what is happening here.
the survival and growth of this park
given in his name.
He would admire its insistence on beauty
and heartily applaud the bloody hard work it as taken to establish it.
He would also gnaw the pencilled end
and know that Gifts are not always understood.
And when the offering is an overpowering breath of life,
the acceptance might need to be practiced for a while, to wear in.
So that each walk through its tranquillity dissolves the shock.
Each stopping at these milestones of place
allows the ownership in.
Sometimes the poet's task is to eat the sins, triumphs and peculiarities of their times.
The dreams and the errors of our ways. To allow their own porous senses to become an engine of transmutation, where action and desire are distilled, to
offer a modest purification that echoes between the daily woes and the shortness of the path.
the poet will ignore the human condition and turn
their insight – out
and only observe the wideness of the world
Betjaman did that in nature;
In the open landscape, on the wild coast and here.
The force of the green fuse demanding a more solid observation and respect.
So that like Gilbert White, John Clare, Mary Anning, Paul Nash and countless others. He decided to stoical listen before he spoke back. To let the speculation of birdsong and sunlight hush the chattering brain.
The act of examining what is around us
feeds and frees the soul. Allows us to unhook the ego; the self for a while and lets calmer breezes play on the taught strings.
This enrichment is at the base of learning
the root of our need to confront the unsolvable world.