Inside my piano a poem



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 

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

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..



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


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.