Buddha of the Carboniferous

How can there
be

a Buddha
of the Carboniferous?

Was there no mind
to mind?

Was there no ear
to hear

the fatal fall of the
un-tree

in its
non-forest?

By the old
man river delta?

& stink of decaying
weed?

& voice of
croaks?

& chorus of
trumpets?




This is mystery in the old sense of the word; a sacred riddle, an expression of the inexpressible. As a man journeys into his past, others travel farther. Part autobiography, part time travel, a transformative journey into the spirit of a beloved landscape.

Feeding on many traditions, slave to none, Barry Patterson’s poems contrive to be both delicate and muscular; the twisting, hammered music of their lineation evoking the excitement of his flamboyant live performances. In this sequence recognisably avant-garde techniques are made to appear effortless, while the folk spirit ranges restlessly across such unusual terrain as bioscience and Eastern theology in vivid and memorable images. If a Primordial She-Buddha were to dream in the language of the Carboniferous (or vice versa) then this is how it should sound!
Jon Morley, Programme Director at The Writers’ Centre, Norwich

If you can't get a lion onto your lawn, Barry's poem is the next best thing. This is poetry that makes you come alive. It feeds your soul with its drumming words and powerful images. This is story telling at its best.
Philip Carr-Gom, Chosen Chief of the Order of Bards Ovates & Druids.


Barry says: I've been working on this long poem for many years & I have decided to release it as a self published booklet of 24 pages.

Now out of stock, sorry!


Buddhists note: there are some themes & some symbols which you may recognise, but this is not a Buddhist work in any obvious sense.

Non-Buddhists note: This is storytelling with many layers of meaning. You don't need to have any prior knowledge to enjoy this work.

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