Category: Poetry

Poems and poets

Inside my piano a poem

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I wanted to share a little extended piano cut (i am improvising 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 Alps teaching English one summer. It was a lonely but interesting time as I was lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso

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

nside

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.

 

A Pianist’s Tale: The Magic of Time and Chords

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about time
or the story of two pianists

listening into that time 
beating piano keys beating time 
from the where i was 
then in that wilderness
the chords a kind of chorus
after many a summer

piano lessons peeling 
into a day like today
and it’s dusting of snow
melting through spring flowers

i see a pianist waving at me
and in my waving back
i feel our palms drawing together
touching and becoming one

Listen to piano music https://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com/album/the-karpestra-dairies