john christopher rutt


‘From dust, thou art’

כב. וַיֹּאמֶר | יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהִים הֵן הָאָדָם הָיָה כְּאַחַד

מִמֶּנּוּ לָדַעַת טוֹב וָרָע וְעַתָּה | פֶּן יִשְׁלַח יָדוֹ

וְלָקַח גַּם מֵעֵץ הַחַיִּים וְאָכַל וָחַי לְעֹלָם:


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An epic tale unfolded in our beautiful barren landscape location as Chris transformed into incarnations of each warrior he portrays in this rather lengthy story. The snakes were at first a source of some anxiety but one by one we all fell prey to their sweet charms. By the time the heat of the day had subsided and Chris had finally morphed into a Pharoah it was time to return to real life and the dream was over.



There was a man came to our town
He wore a suit of red
He memorized with secret eyes
That he hid away in his head

There Was a Man, Pearls Before Swine

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La myrrhe /



Philosopher \ john christopher rutt


Death, take this hand
For what is there to fear?
If there is no after
Then where is here?

Heaven, take this breath
For where is there to rest?
If I should fall asleep today,
May there be on your gentle breast, a way

Love, take these eyes
For, how is there nothing better or worse?
Than the curse
The cure of surprise

Oh, the bottomless pit

Oh, that made with wit
Burn, the barren of wastelands
Turn, the milk and honey
Oh Love, Oh Love, of…

A poem by John Christopher Rutt

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