Category: Poetry

Poems and poets

Celebrating Fridays: A Tribute to David Lynch

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‘It’s Friday once again’! and I am reminded of the way that David Lynch used to announce this on Twitter every Friday before he passed away. Today is is also Friday the 13th. Have a happy day.


the visit to an old friend 
who is still dancing 
the old dance
the archetypal ambient
track which makes a 
reference point to the hour

the pile of books i forgot
to pick up from the 
lending library sale
after she went to 
london for the weekend

the wider understanding
of the relationship 
when someone is 
no longer there
the things she wished 
she had not said

the painting in layers 
that went through multiple colour changes 
texture and pen scrawls
which will be overpainted 
again as she could not
see herself in there
what was it about?

the unruly experimentation
in small dimension
continually reverting to the white pain
the silence of white snow
the power of contradiction 
and long thinking
it’s friday night you know 
after friday once again

Exploring Poetry and Piano: A Personal Journey

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I wanted to share a little extended piano cut ( inside the piano) and a little poem of the same name that seemed to resonate with it. I started writing poetry in 1969 when I was in Courmayeur near Mont Blanc in the Italian Alp, teaching English one summer. I was lonely then, but lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso at that time.

https://youtu.be/Hc6uwUxSCyw?si=v-Rstp8Tzp_5G_g9 

inside

soft radio 
floorboard creaking 
soon light will emerge
it’s sway
moving word time

A soft chord telling a morning 

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On this gloomy, rainy and blustery Tuesday morning, a little nonsense loop inspired by a card from Oblique Strategies by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt, which I bought myself for Xmas the other day but then decided to open it a start using it. Hey ho !

Hum- Enantiadromia
repetition is a form of change
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s dance …






monday art and poem

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searching for a distance in my face

me
the look
the gaze 
the knowing
the seeing
the presence
the illiquidity
the emotional bank

Listen to Muter Loop, for piano and prepared piano samples, taken from a Bechstein grand 1896. The mind circling and the sound repeating, like a little prayer for today.

wednesday night thursday morning..

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wed night thursday morning ...

planting out  pot plants
before the frost begins 
in woodland
in garden  
and in edge path

a day that lasted all day
reminiscing on previous 
afternoon's interchanges
and bitter sweet 
cake tea chat scenario

Yesterday afternoon the sun shone, a reminder of the glorious summer we are leaving behind. Today a grey cold mist as I listen to https://eileanrec.bandcamp.com/album/the-dunen-diaries and recovering from a long journey.

Weathered Fragments: Exploring Art’s Hidden Stories

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last in the present series

packing away weathered image fragments
crumbling paint
revealing the over painted layers
in shards
reminiscing

free art help yourself
finding the stopping
in an empty frame
another work another image 
last in the present series

The black bin bag contains the remains of a large canvas I created many years ago which so frightened me that I was compelled to cut it into small pieces , bag it up and take it to the skip. Today an interesting echo of this experience emerged and I felt happy that the painting had been deconstructed and disposed of. I kept the stretcher of course and created a new image.

The Journey of Words: Memories and Sounds

canvas dream
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I found this poem in my archives today, a kind of deep inner song for a Tuesday. 



words are sounds through which we travel

remembering the way 
i used to write every night 
in front of the long window

as the days grew longer 
swimming in the word pond 
reliving memories 
and perspectives 
listening to what emerged 
deeper down 
in the inner word worlds
in the layers of word silt 
words sounding
and forming meaning

The Beauty of Misty Mornings: A Poem from the RAFT Collection

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mist

it will be winter
soon -  mist morning
trees invisible
hills and forests 
smeared out as a 
bird voicing it's
nano song flutters
off past the rectangular 
windows closed blinds 
amidst the memory 
of visiting friends
warmth laughs 
and good ness 

 the sun is lighting up now

This little poem is part of a bigger set of poems called the RAFT which I wrote during lockdown. I am busy typing through these writings now. How strange it all was then.

The Art of Collaboration with Lindy Karpestra

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 What were we drawing on as we improvised in and out of synch on those piano tracks ? All the better to hear our momentary lapses and collisions ? The poem is about collaborating with invisible pianist Lindy Karpestra and what were we thinking and dreaming.

draw on

and the invisible pianist
doodling repeat loops
faces in a riff
colliding with ourselves
meeting sky and smiles
on the meadow

draw on the top lip
unevenly shaped
in two twin slopes
of asymmetrical heights


https://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com/album/the-karpestra-dairies

In the meantime, my garden shed has been painted a lovely forget me not blue, which is perfect for showing my my new blue paintings.