Wednesday
May252011
Stasis
Wednesday, May 25, 2011 at 10:58AM
Fate. I had my doubts at first, thinking I was in control of it all. I soon noticed that fate simply tricked me into believing so. I was traveling through Europe recently when I decided to bike from Poznan to Tokyo. To this day I have no idea how I ended up in Oxford, but fate can do that to you. I kept trying to figure out where I took a wrong turn. Then it dawned on me; I was in Oxford because that was where I needed to be at that certain time.
As I walked along the Cherwell River to collect my thoughts, I met a man who made sense of my navigational mishap. He was an artist in the truest sense of the word. His name was Lee Woodward and after reading his poetry I understood why I ended up in University Park.
Sometimes you stand and wait:
Like a flag waiting for the breeze,
A surfer expecting a wave,
A writer awaiting that sudden ease of thought that rushes underneath your hair and blows words across the page, that washes underneath your hands and drives the doubts away, allowing your fingers to drift and sway across a language that loves you momentarily, then eventually leads you astray.
They say that fortune favours the brave,
But what about patience?
They never mention that...
Fate. I had my doubts at first, thinking I was in control of it all. I soon noticed that fate simply tricked me into believing so. I was traveling through Europe recently when I decided to bike from Poznan to Tokyo. To this day I have no idea how I ended up in Oxford, but fate can do that to you. I kept trying to figure out where I took a wrong turn. Then it dawned on me; I was in Oxford because that was where I needed to be at that certain time.
As I walked along the Cherwell River to collect my thoughts, I met a man who made sense of my navigational mishap. He was an artist in the truest sense of the word. His name was Lee Woodward and after reading his poetry I understood why I ended up in University Park.
As I walked along the Cherwell River to collect my thoughts, I met a man who made sense of my navigational mishap. He was an artist in the truest sense of the word. His name was Lee Woodward and after reading his poetry I understood why I ended up in University Park.
Lee Woodward | Age 29 | Oxford, UK
Wrote this poem while waiting in line for two days at the DVLA.
"My poem and photos can be used for free as long as people first obtain my permission by writing to lee.j.woodward@gmail.com"
Check out more of his work here.
Vortex
The sound of nothing is beautiful
An isolated vacuum, pure, untouched, serene,
It opens up and circles my head, sucks out the light and the dark—devours my thoughts, alive and dead.
The pleasure of numbness can only be equalled by the agony of one’s awareness that in shadows of joy, all painful emotions will grow.
This halo between solid and spiritual, between all that we love and despise:
the circle of truth, deciding each duel between rescue and demise.
Check out more of his work here.
Lee Woodward | Age 29 | Oxford, UK
"My poem and photos can be used for free as long as people first obtain my permission by writing to lee.j.woodward@gmail.com"
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