This is a poem that I wrote in 2011 in England which I thought went well with the above sculptures

just for fun I wrote it out with a goose quil

We spend half our whole lives building up our seperate identityand spend the other half rattling away at the the prison we have created .

This is a sculpture from clay wood and coloured perspex entitled towards nightfall

which I made in 2011 I will make some better photos later

The two pictures are the front and the back of a sculpture I made in 1997 as a quick sketch of an idea called The Dream of the Poet. Material is fired clay.


O NLY   O N E  P O E M


Only one poem

The one song of truth

Beauty and madness -

One sustained note

Throughout eternity.




This knowledge profits

No-one

Rimbaud knew at twenty

His work complete

Left northern skies

came home bronzed and

Broken out of Abyssinia;




Tu Fu exiled in a land

Ravaged by wars

His simple cottage

Ripped apart by a storm

Boys stealing the rest

Broken in body and heart

But still writing poems

Poetic witness of his era;




That great bohemian poet

Dylan Thomas

The lyric stream dried up

Found another source

Died like his brother Poe

Prostrate and overdosed

In a strange city.



LiPo drunk upon

Wine and poetry

Dissembling madness

The poems falling again

And again -like snow

Or Autumn leaves

Into the greedy swirls

Of the river-

Always the same poem

Falling again and again

Into the river of life



                             Only one poem

                               But in a thousand forms-



Written in 1996

Words for koto

                            Poem written in 1977. Rewritten on watercolour
                            backkground. Rewritten today, october 31, 2014,
                            See also Koto on this blog.

                      Monoprint with poem

Life drives us-

Life drives us on and on -

With boundless energy

Held by a hand unseen

Moved by a force unknown

Few in the bustling crowd

Awake and say I dream.



Yet life is real it seems -

In the rainbow bubble

We call life on earth

Time bound reality

There are few that know

And sense eternity -

Before the the bubble bursts

Ah so ephemerally!





                                            June  2014

Little Motif

                                 This is a painting i made in Amsterdam in 1985

Metaphysical

Our lives should hold a vaster space

adjacent to the manifest
we sometimes glimpse it, feel the face
the border of the page is blessed
extending out beyond this place.

Inways show us some unworldly view
all the imaginings of our race
of some Arcadian golden time
Satori or a deja vu
can they be found in one fierce flame?

Ah, all the streams we follow down
far from the wide and holy river
that tiny drop we call our own
and all that longing for the other-

Cursanuses double cone
light into dark-dark into light.
If all the worlds could now be known
in the moments sure insight-
the lord of time would turn about
and inside would be inside out!

2001

Zenscape

Invades

            the very core of things

cradles myth and history

          pervades our secret heart

      moves in and out

makes consummate configurations

     like knot holes in a tree

       the soul sap of a tree



The poem paints-

        japonica's in Wendy's garden

     upon a darkened ground

and look behind the bamboo bushes there

an unimagined landscape unrolls

    from out infinities

within ourselves

  sets the spirit free-


Those distant peaks-

  in shimmering gold and silver light.




                                                               Written after the death of my mother, 2012

One of the poems is called: Music for Koto, perhaps? This is a small koto I made in France with a few simple tools. Sound is beneath the image...enjoy

Manchester 1962 the hardest wood in the world

This is an image I made over the last year. It is based on the idea of a dancer and later the idea of the metamorphoses of Daphne from Ovid. Material is clay, wood and semi-precious stones. More photo's later.

Next to it is a painting i made in england when i was 24 on the same theme of metamorphoses of a figure in a landscape, where i was try trying to unify all the elements

How wonderful it is...

How wonderful it is

to laugh heartily at this world

but they    they in full

seriousness go out to conquer

banners unfurled

tread the world under


yet we  less worldly perhaps

find blessedness in childish

                    wonder


California         2014

Invitation

   

Pastoral

Through the door
the panelled wooden door
(which you know so well)
through that door
is the living world.
 Open the door
and pass quietly through
into the green living

         world 

of earth sky and trees
and you will become
the green world
the earthly vibrancy

itself again.




Take this journey
                                                                                       of return
                                                                                       from knowing back to being
                                                                                       awaking from the dream.

                                                                                       Netherland, '78

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danae

If you could find the geometry of love if you could make the map mirror those powers above create the cosmic mould draw down upon your lap zeuses heavenly gold !

      Deventer 99

words for koto perhaps-

In the deep green mysterious river what sharp poise you paint little yellow wagtail what strange NEWNESS yet image of lonely beauty perched upon that rock- moving in the moving mirror of autumn trees

Wales 1977