The Hammock Papers: Undaunted.

23 December 2021

Undaunted.

Lindström, Fox in Winter Forest, 1876

RUN with the FOX

Now the season now the question

Time to breathe a moments grace

For the hunter and the hunted

Taking time to break the pace

Are you hopeful are you haunted

By the ghosts of Christmas past

Face the future undaunted

Step aside or take your chance

Run with the fox

Into the wind on to the dawn of tomorrow

Run with the fox

Into the wild into the wild and the cold

Beware of the rocks

And be prepared prepare for love comes and goes

Run with the fox

Every year the revolution

Won or lost before begun

While we thrive on mass confusion

Thus we walk before we run

Run with the fox

Into the wind on to the dawn of tomorrow

Run with the fox

Into the wild into the wild and the cold

Beware of the rocks

And be prepared prepare for love finally grows

Let us live to tell our story

Here on earth and out in space

Forward on the road to glory

History records the chase

Have yourselves that certain Christmas

Eat be glad and drink the wine

Leave your sadness by the river

Giving love and given time

Across the ice of frozen lakes

Run with the fox

Along the lanes a lover takes

Run with the fox

Beneath the moon a Christmas moon

Run with the fox

And sing a tune a dreamers tune

Run with the fox

Across the bridge of many ways

Run with the fox

On to the planes where dreamers play

Run with the fox

Chris Squire and Alan White

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL