"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #48: Veteran of the Woods

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Blog entry by frank posted 02-07-2009 05:34 PM 1323 reads 0 times favorited 6 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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Veteran of the Woods

....veteran of the woods at northern end,
i scamper to keep ahead in this wood-worker’s dream,
what if’s and thought’s of where it all began,
are only the past rumblings of more to come as i work in stealth
…. modes of stealth are vast and often un-explained,
since why should a creator re-veal the secrets of his//her art,
no-one who works for art can be a copy-cat of borrowed dreams,
much to the demise of clones who pass me by on borrowed sorrows

....often i hear much of these who walk the road of borrowed sorrows,
and one thing i hear is why does it not work for me in terms of great,
to those i have many times replied that ’’greatness only comes with pain’’,
after all what is art that has never been furrowed behind a stubborn ox
…. can one go into the needed fields of silence in stillness of heart,
where the demons of voice clutter seek me out to produce after them,
i am no follower of the ways of man and so i sit amidst my trees,
learning from these gods that have much to give and none to take

....sometimes while out here in the growth of what i call deep woods,
comes a sound of singing trees caught in a time warp of old growth,
and what one does after hearing their songs and stories is not for sale,
even now i gather my tales of poems inside my soul and turn a page

....old growth—new growth—veteran of the woods by which i live,
these trees bear me up well under their now covered gowns of white,
my place within this veil of time has been the uniqueness of knowing trees,
even now the flakes of white start to fall before eyes that see light

....time passes—silence gathers from the abundance that fills my heart,
unfurling my down filled nest i realize it’s time to dig a mound of white,
silence passes as the spirits of trees start to speak a story of past,
warmed within my cocoon of down i learn the ways of working wood

....all i have to offer in this dream of what i have called ‘wood art’,
will not speak much to the sounds of cluttered minds of having no-dream,
so who can have a dream unless they go to furrow behind a lumbering ox,
my ox knows my name and still we often cannot work together as one
…. it is with the working’s of wood in a place called treasures of snow,
trees i have known that have told me of their ways before man came,
but who can know the sound of falling snow as it shakes the evergreen,
i can and so my fingers work the wood from height of experience

....should i go on or should i be as silence of snow falling down to earth,
clangoring into the mighty evergreen who laughs at my pasquinade,
i think these words bare me out as a mis-fit raised in the image of man,
time for silence now as i go to bring forth from creations of ‘wood art’

—by flp


Thank you.

’’ smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 02-07-2009 06:08 PM

The first photo: A block of wood.
Second photo: A block of wood with the tools, ready for the hands of a rusticwoodman.
Third photo: ?

-- "Hold on to instruction, do not let it go; guard it well, for it is your life" Solomon

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#2 posted 02-07-2009 06:26 PM


Your words and art combined, makes one want to touch the piece and feel its’ story.

-- Lew- Time traveler. Purveyor of the Universe's finest custom rolling pins.

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#3 posted 02-07-2009 06:54 PM

Greatness Frank, pure and simple greatness. A true WoodsmanPoet.

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

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#4 posted 02-07-2009 10:48 PM

Hi Frank, Nice to see your posting prowess in these parts again…. the barkless live edge is interesting to say the least… almost looks like skin….Thanks for the post and keep on dreaming..

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

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#5 posted 02-08-2009 03:01 AM

Beautiful man, We each need to discover our own style and accept it and develop it . The scary part is no one else might like it. That should not stop us. If you have something to say, you need to say it in your own way. At least you will be true to yourself.

-- mtnwild (Jack), It's not what you see, it's how you see it.

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#6 posted 02-22-2009 05:05 AM

—-thanks for all your comments;
One point of intimacy that took me many years to overcome while working the wood, (....did I say many years?—more like a lifetime!) was coming to terms with my ego self. I was all-ways wanting to go and ‘rape’ the wood, so as to get it to full-fill my own desires….and then came the day while sitting with some wood, I heard the wood call out to me.

Let me speak forth the words of my soul,
that in my wood of be-ing,
I might ask you,
to reveal the nature of who I am

....what can I say but this changed my whole perspective of wood-working. Could write more, but then that would be a blog….and to tell the truth, I’ve all-ready probably spelled those words out before.

Thank you.

-- --frank, NH,

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