Advice on the Creative Way of Being from a Good Friend

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Advice on the Creative Way of Being from a Good Friend

anna solo.jpgBe kind to yourself.

It’s a crazy and recently very sick world but you are of great value and uniqueness in it and are well loved so relax and play your part with dignity and show yourself the kindness you show to me and only ONLY follow your bliss, not your duty.

I will be there one day soon.

I think success is difficult, by the way.

It is Shakespeare’s bubble of fortune and though it’s great, it is ego led and driven so on one level false so we are dependent on others for approval and less able to fall in love with ourselves.

It can leave us bewildered and alienated when we think we should be on cloud nine.

You have great wisdom in you.

You need never be afraid.


A reply from a friend

Well said!!

It’s so easy to feel a failure to have low self-esteem in this world of, seemingly, successful, people, but true happiness comes from loving yourself for what you are and for what you can give in the way of kindness to others.

It took many years but I got there in the end

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Equality, Consideration, Hope; it burns, it burns, in your heart, in your heart

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It burnscandle

For all the ordinary normal people

Who just simply are

Who accept others

Whoever they are


I have a command to you

‘Go live your life’

Hurtful people no longer be allowed

This is the light and the candle which says so

It was sent to me

Let it burn

For the sake of love

There is a path ahead

For the sake of love

We will impress upon all this message

For the sake of love

The candle burns

Look into the flame

And hate not

Hate not

Simply remember this to be human

Hate not


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My Gift To You

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My Gift To You

(Repeat it to yourself whenever you feel the need and you will be totally invulnerable)


I have a badge in my heart

I wear it with pride

My friend bound together

A metaphorical diploma

A rosette which is crafted

Of all of my goodness

My qualities and quirkiness

And my heap of wonderfulness

When I asked if I deserved it

My friend answered, “Yes!” x


Your Friend





I am Celebrating – three thousand views since I started blogging – here are some highlights

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I am Celebrating – three thousand views since I started blogging – here are some highlights

The wonderful wonderful experience of my Viking Comics Inc. first publication – The Hammer Fliespic 031b redone

Strange Jobs

I released my first singleam

cloud worldI previewed my Greek Myths CD

I was very pleased to see my pal Georg has started a blogEvening Trail

Viking Comics Inc. Two – The Horned God and the Wild Huntseeress toni

Viking Comics Inc Volume Threeoski light

Model-making Done for the DAyA new regular feature – Grumble Monthly

I declared a Kingsea king

I tried artwild creature

wizardTen years a storyteller

A plan to conquer the Viking worldsnapped zena and meI am going to Gudvangen

I play with toys


I did poems

I was things

I planned a fishing trip and saw mooseelk 03

(You gotta look at that one, it’s my fave)

I cut out dollies

ade silouhetteI met ghosts

Medieval Historybig hat smiles

best tellerI got wistful

I ranted

I cookedme n amanda

12049342_495805563939884_3566201213765577221_nI got spooky

I opened a festival (on TV)

I discovered whole worlds

News of Faeries (btw I am about to prove that little people exist)

Stay close

There is so much more x

Trial Introduction for our forthcoming Greek Myth download

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Trial Introduction for our forthcoming Greek Myth download

Click to listen

I promise, when you listen to our recording as a whole you will be inspired and empowered, but


Here for now, is the terrible truth of the Ancient image of humanity…

(sound track below)

Within the bleak dark of hopelessness you may find the strength to become a hero. Once, Twice, Thrice you must rise above the world-ending curse of Zeus’ rage, for here only is your chance; will you again raise above the natural pre-ordained order of total despair which is the lot of the mortal to become ever-remembered, ever-vibrant through your inspiring deeds or will you too be stretched from the sky for your audacity to care. When the very sinuous are ripped from you there will be just your true heart-felt determination remaining, and the sound of the Goat God Pan’s freezing scream – will you rise again and yet again, or shall you twitter near-dead forever like a lost bird searching for the drip of the blood of another’s suffering to echo down your parched hopeless throat. I ask only once more; could you be a hero?

See there is hope

You will also like Turn Before Time and The Hammer Flies

Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeri

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Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeriefforts

As we have plans afoot to build a forthcoming exhibition (or two) I thought it would be a good time to share the poems and artwork created during our projects with older people.

Artist Mary Passeri especially invited those who endure dementia problems and their loved ones to meet with us; initially at Space 109 and then a whole series of gatherings at the beautiful old Jacob’s Well, both in York.

Here are some of the pieces created and some of the people involved.

Poems and art from this project were published and distributed around relevant centres within York and Leeds.

camp words
Mary’s art with my words
gift flower
Poem by Adrian
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Barbara being thoughtful
barbara poem
For Barbara by Adrian

barbara poem 01

crafted gift

bickie pic poem

crowns n coppers lightened

Thank you Carol (background by Adrian)

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tales upon arrival
Tales Upon Arrival
gloves lady
Image creation by Adrian
gloves lightened poem
Words by Adrian
Her son’s words upon his return
stephies flowers
Stephies Flowers

pledgerespite conversationstorms

barbaras collection 01
The Team: Stephie Jessop & Ilaria Passeri

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mellow tomorrows

Words Adrian – all art by Mary unless said otherwise

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Word and image by Mary
Wordf and image by Mary
Thank you Mary
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Artwork by Mary Passeri

Mary Passeri

(If I have used the work of others without crediting you in error do please let me know.)

With thanks to the Joseph Rowntree Foundation for making these wonderful experiences possible.

You will also like my Nose-Gay blog on the history of Barley Hall

Or you might just want a recipe for a change

Poem Pics Part I


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I don’t know why we do the things that we do.

There is a happenstance to our choices. We do the wrong things sometimes. We hope things will be better. All I know is, I dont know how to draw.

Today I did this.

Destiny leads us where we go, (sometimes).

I am two weeks late with an invoice.

There are a pile of letters requesting books and CDs.

I haven’t looked at my travel details or even worked out if I can get there tomorrow. A room full of blind children are waiting for me to encapture them with stories. (I will probably come up with the right thing).

The things you wish for are inside you I think. So many times I find that the thing which I do is the thing which is needed in the end. The universe and all that.

For you who doubt, I say this, I will report back in a month or so and see if what I did today led to anything fulfilling (what earned me money I mean).

I do know that the few wise words of a couple of friends led me to ‘waste’ my day doing what I just done.

(Do you think the museum will wait for the invoice btw?)

And that I have intrigued a couple of real good freinds with my ‘cheat’.

I do not draw.

I am not an artist.

Today I went on a journey.

Where will it lead?

Here are the steps I made today.

I havent paid the rent (as yet) I wonder what you did today…

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swans 03 flipped

swans final

grey swans
See I said I  couldn’t draw
grey swans flipped
Grey Swans – facing the other way
black swans
Black Swans
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The Wild Hunt
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Life is this – Shambles

With thanks especially to Zena and Gramey

Poem for a Freind

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Poems More

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I am rerebloging this post because I have added even more poems. the top ones on here are part of the set I performed at Anna Semlyn’s Poetry Slam at the Golden Ball (a cooperatively own pub in York). I was slightly challenged as I was introduced as the Action Poet and basically I had hit veiw / modified / print and the latest batch of writings are for listening to, not performing. I did still have people come up and say I like your sense of humour, even though the theme is quite moving and thought provoking, so I felt I had achieved what I intended (even though I didnt win) 🙂 x

Click through on the link to see….


and my most inspirational and most veiwed poem blogged so far


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Recollected As

There are some situations
When you listen
Or are listened to
That you realise
After hearing both sides
We may never know the truth


My Friend

Us who feel vulnerable
Are noticed by others
And the heart which we have
Inspires them beyond
Sense of the World

This blooming Bag for Life
Broke the first time I used it.

Where does that leave me????
Metaphor poem

This one is purely an exercise, for a poetry workshop where I am going to be demonstrating metaphor (some say I should cut it to not having the ’my’ type bits.) I think my performance will shock the group into understanding the concept.



Luscious Ripe Metaphor

This over-ripe piece of fruit
You hold in your palm
Is my heart

As your fingers enclose
The juice of my life
Squeezes out

Dripping down upon
The blackened banana
On the floor before you

You press down your foot
Feel the pulp of me gush

Step back
And spit at me

The small stone you fire
Is my cherry-red centre.




Haiku No

The title of this next one is No Title and that is appropriate because it intends to be a haiku and yet haiku do not have a title, hence the title of No Title, but it is not a haiku because haiku do not voice thoughts and considerations, they are not written by effort to write, they are a thing you see you report and the reader finds the meaning with no lecture. But then again I performed this at the poetry slam and people laughed, so, as hai means pun, perhaps it is a haiku after all.

No Title

Watching the writer
Busy in contemplation
No haiku here




The cats cradle girls

The cats cradle girls
Stood out from the others
Not downcast and sad
Not at all
Self-contained, self-absorbed
Lost – to us
Such things are witchcraft
If they continue
If they survive
Just think of the future
Of their descendants
What would
the people of this village be like
in the tomorrows!?





Don’t delve into the creative well
Some of us were always meant to
Tripping round about the edge
Slowly, luxuriantly, stepping forward
Bathed in exploration of within
Finding pools are subterranean
Shouting discoveries through canyons
Echoes reach the light of day
Chilling listeners to gather
For occasional returning
Crushing, eager for some wisdom
Laughing, worshipping the diver
Seeking ways to live and move
Journeying involves return
As ancient waters, timeless, spill
Emptying lungs, and heart, and bile
Spewing dark, rich words is easy now
Somehow envying those who didn’t listen
Dancing in the meadows – laughing
“I can’t reach back to you!”
This fish is gutted, splitted, splayed
The facets now exposed
Will never go away





Wishes of What You Are

I wish you
That which you are living
The road you are going
There is a pathway
It is in your heart

You have the strength
We wind different ways at different paces,
and you walk a path to the woodland of your very own
We have been with you each step

You are going among in your way






Being a limited being is beautiful
For we the bereaved
The damaged
The vulnerable
Are aware






I rise above
I lift
I like to be

I roll without knowing
I should know
I should

I am the news

The disaster
The fascinating
The moment

And the fall

I rise above





Something Inside Me

I set the default
It doesn’t work
There is always a reset

But I go

I try

Old as I am
There is no wisdom

There is only
A new direction

I wait here
And wonder

What it is…


Forever in Lygra

Drummers and horn-blowers
Around the rocks
And in the sea

To welcome
As the ship comes in
To this rocky bay

In among them
In the waves
A woman

Such a woman
I will always remember
This moment

As we marched down
To proclaim
In all the tongues








I think perhaps that this is
And how I am is how
Yes this is

I cannot walk across
To other than
Because of

As moments tell my lie
Belief is to fly

And I have been in there
Oh why doubt
Do I

Meeting systems of who
Of you

Being with another
Brings a lie

I do not doubt





A Collaboration.
This powerful poem by Norwegian writer Nina Instefjord retranslated into English by Adrian Spendlow (Me).

Videos and Paper

It seems so strange; all the ones who you love,
They never come back.
Some because they no longer are
And some connected to the ones who are no longer

I just watch them on video
Some you like so much your heart bursts

I cry, laugh a bit, then cry again
I remember
One should not feel sorry
Not, for yourself,
‘I hear my father’s voice’
Then I dry my tears

“If things don’t get better, then I don’t know,”
Once my father said

I am thinking the same
But everything comes to an end.
I hope it will be good
And I hope that he is somewhere he can see it

I used to write everything that came into my thoughts
Someone read my thoughts. They
Beat me as a punishment
This stopped my writing
My heart broke
I stopped writing my heart on paper

Life carries sorrow
So I am writing again
Because I have learned
Love and being true to oneself
To close ones
Might be something they don’t know

They can read
So they know
I hope they don’t cry
Like I did

I will write my heart on paper
Again and again until it is mended
Some things never come back
I accept and know
This is not a negative thing

This is how it is going to be
Sometimes you don’t decide over life
Like the weatherman
He also gets weather-sick.

I found the little pieces of paper with words
I am at a crossroads
And I know a change is going to come
I hope it ends up with laughter
Like in the videos I just saw.




Touching Base At Last

When all is desperate
And there is crisis
One has a feeling of
Just getting through

When everything is fine
And all back to normal
The general perception is
Just getting through


Style Gurus

As a loud car passes I contemplate, when I was the age of those passengers old men would shout at me, “Get your hair cut!” Now young men shout the same thing at old men.





Who Is That Man I Am

All the drives
The wishes

I am
I think
I am

So I will be

But to be free

And decide

Who is that man
I used to be







Heart of Norway

Here and there the river
Finds a way to flow
To channel; wind
Despite deep ice

My heart embraces
Love and wonder
Even though
Part of me is dead

Within the mountain.
So close to the source,
It fills

This land it brings
Such very strong emotion




The rug is pulled from under
You crash to the floor
And are broken; broken

All you did was listen
It was gradual
Yet now sudden

You once were
Capable of anything
Hear it said again,

You cannot now
Pick yourself up
To climb to your knees

Inside, deep inside
A quiet voice
Is spoken

Love yourself
Hear only your heart

You hardly hear
This tiny part
For you…

Are broken





Top of the World

We occasionally feel
On top of the world
But this earth revolves fast
You have to set quite a pace
Just to keep still



and my most inspirational and most veiwed poem blogged so far