Stretch
What paces now
paced then.
When times two listens
each costs the other
about as much again.
In all probability I didn’t hear what was said.
As a shoe is unlaced
does the foot question?
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
An occasion approaches:
satisfaction eludes the unripe; in reverse the beginning is an end already reached. Life normally presents cover, if you can distinguish between light and dark. When I saw you again after all these years, I chose a series of reactions you would think natural. I had always wrapped up well, by reminding myself to forget the white shirt left behind.
satisfaction eludes the unripe; in reverse the beginning is an end already reached. Life normally presents cover, if you can distinguish between light and dark. When I saw you again after all these years, I chose a series of reactions you would think natural. I had always wrapped up well, by reminding myself to forget the white shirt left behind.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
In Shape
Off duty survival
has an uncertain way
of preservation. With
nowhere to go besides
the centre, a rotation
may not change your view.
I agree, there is freedom
in circles, where you can leer at curves,
and prowl boundaries; deciding your own
dimensions. But these points between points
only direct, for as long as you see yourself as round.
Off duty survival
has an uncertain way
of preservation. With
nowhere to go besides
the centre, a rotation
may not change your view.
I agree, there is freedom
in circles, where you can leer at curves,
and prowl boundaries; deciding your own
dimensions. But these points between points
only direct, for as long as you see yourself as round.
Monday, June 19, 2006
The colour of reading,
like a straight rainbow,
thrives in the mind's eye
where pigment meets lid.
There is nothing that cannot
call itself blue
from time to time,
or wonder if treading
on the hands of a clock
might divide the hours.
As in the case of some
histories, the 'i's
undot themselves
and draw a line under
the unforgettable.
It was you who told me,
and it came between us.
like a straight rainbow,
thrives in the mind's eye
where pigment meets lid.
There is nothing that cannot
call itself blue
from time to time,
or wonder if treading
on the hands of a clock
might divide the hours.
As in the case of some
histories, the 'i's
undot themselves
and draw a line under
the unforgettable.
It was you who told me,
and it came between us.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Reading Reacts
A collaborative project by Amanda Cragg, student of Chelsea College of Art & Design: The London Institute, with writers and poets "...to show new possibilities as to how literature can be integrated into people's lifestyles. It explores the placement of literature, and the relationship that it can form between the viewer and their surrounding environment."
Visit Reading Reacts to find out more, view images of completed works around the city, ongoing ideas, and to read or make comments. An extract of my poem Bus Stop was displayed on a digital bus timetable on Monday 29th May in London. Images of which can be seen at the blog.
Bus Stop
a temporary halt
where waiting tires of itself
as oncoming traffic
remains red-less;
how the eye yearns
for a numerical match
that adds home
to the equation
Bus Stop
a temporary halt
where waiting tires of itself
as oncoming traffic
remains red-less;
how the eye yearns
for a numerical match
that adds home
to the equation
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
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