Friday, December 23, 2016
Naked
Lovely the forms your your body takes
I do admit excite me -
And yet the the shapes that life creates
Are Platos purist geometry .
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Late night thoughts .
Late night thoughts upon listening to Stavinskys Firebird -What I love about art , and espeacially theatre,is its intensely " un-real " - Reality .S.T. Coleridge called this ,famously "The suspension of disbelieve ".
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Oil painting made in Abingdon Berkshire entitled " The Poplars " 1966 .During that time ,I lived next door to this group of houses, And I was fascinated by the charm of the organic way that they had been built ,set against a very rural landscape I suppose I felt a certain mystery .Im certain that they look very different now !Some loveless bulldozer .
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Monday, November 21, 2016
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Written around the time that I attended the talks of the Indian philosopher Vimala Thakar . in 1980
Be gentle with the mind -
It is your own child ,
Yours , yet not yours -
Be loving with the mind ,
It is yourself .
Be yourself , in contact
With yourself -
.
For seperation is deception.
What you see , is your own
Mirrored conciousness,
The seer , is not seperate
From what it sees .
There is no spectator -
Only the mirror .
Monday, October 24, 2016
Imagine -
We are watching a film of a city in the ninteenhundreds - America, or maybe Europe ,between one of the many Wars -People are milling around ( at high speed ) rather like ants in their nest.
One wakes up and thinks to himself " I am acting like an ant I have nothing to contribute individually, I dont really know who I really am .I must escape somehow .
Meanwhile in an ants nest,somewhere in the world , one worker , thinks to his little self - " I dont really fit into this system I am behaving just like a human being I have to escape -
Both mysteriously disappeared --
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Industrial landscape
From the small towns station -
A single factory wall -
Creates a reverie -
A focus of some other reality
Another place and time .
Colours and textures
Upon the wall ,
Angle of the roof making
A mysterious landscape -
Over that hill
The skies are dreaming .
Walls open - revealing lives
Given and taken to the oiled
Cogs, chains and
Rollers- rolling time away -
Clock on, clock out .
Dial hands ticking away lost
Summer days
In sunlit hills and valleys -
Only dreams left of week -end nivanas
Dirty overalls and dinner -
So much beauty , joy and sadness .
-
Fairies dancing under the hill -
Steal heart and soul away .
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Missie translated for Lucas de Vries ,who asked " would it sound as poetic in Nederlands ?
Hameren en vormen , woorden en beelden
Verschuilen achter de veelvuldigheid
Van dingen .
Verwringen zich van de universele geest -
Baren zich uit de onvruchtbaarheid,
Brengen ze naar deze wereld .
Monday, October 3, 2016
Mission
Forge forge the forms and words
That hide behind the multitude
Of things -
Wrest them from the universal mind
Birth them out of barrenness
Into the world again .
Thursday, September 29, 2016
The Palace Of Art ( for the late Danny Milne ) Song .
I flew in a dream
Through a green mandala
And in the centre
Was the heart of light .
I saw in a dream
We made a rainbow palace
Gate to a green paradise -
Waves washed the shore-line
Songs of eternity .
I saw in a vision
The palace of art
It was made of blown
Coloured glass .
We made the domes
In the sky
Where you could dream
Of all beauty-
And they were built upon
Pillars of gold .
On one side of the palace
The pavilion of pleasure
And on the other
The temple of truth
And the waves
Washed between them
Singing songs of eternity .
All your life you rapped
And sang at the door-
Right until the end -
Until they allowed you
In - at last .
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Romance
Go into a trance
Trees blowing cloud blossoms to the wind
Feel the romance
Of the sun going down
Over the moors at sunset -
Glistening particles of your soul
In the granite monuments
Of your dream
As you swoon into knowingness
And follow the lines of the world .
Go into a trance
In the sound of the flute
Beside the Holy river
And the lutes echoing
In empty courtyards -
And the dance of the body
Of the beloved as she
Sways you into vision
You are the sacred pages
Pages of the book-
Containing past and present
In the vortex of this moment .
Go into a trance
Within the dream that cradles you
In the romance
From birth - and beyond death also -
The Eden that holds you
In its totality -protecting your essence
Dreaming on and on
In the great imagining -
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Thought of the day ---
My work , is the lyrical gesture of joy that frees me from the tyranny of the representational world and of conditioned seeing .
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Heart-land
Every true journey is an allegory and every real journey is a vision quest. Our lives are presented
in terms and in ways that we are not yet concious of -as for instance in a dream.
Every traveller has to pass through a gateway or a portal , and must be tested - They may be asked riddles or have to run the gauntlet , but they will be tested, They must be found worthy of such a journey. Yet when you have been tested, the gatekeeper will allow you through and everything will be there to help you , although you will still have challenges !
After all , the place itself ( like a magnet ) drew you irrevocably towards it , although you may have thought in your naivity that you had chosen, just as you may have imagined that you choose your partner, pet , friend or lover !
Lucas and I travelled in WestWales, desiring to fish for sea trout in the river Teife, its waters running into the Irish sea at Cardigan . The weather was bad and so we decided to find a hotel or bed and breakfast . We walked through the side streets of Newcastle - Elmyn (Where I had lived some forty years before and also when I was seveenteen -all those years ago when I came here for the first time .)The place had always held a speacial place in my imagination and feeling for the spiritual.
We were near to the gateway to the castle ,a golden dragon was represented over the gateway .A creature that was killed in the middle ages as one of the last dragons of Wales. We tried to find the information bureau but we were told that we had to go to the historic book shop ,
We walked into the shop and met two old bearded gentlemen (just like ourselves! ) The atmosphere was extraordinarely friendly , as if we were expected or that we knew each other from some far past . We exchanged pleasantries - joked about things and asked about lodgings and most important about the fishing
We were advised to go to the next village -(Cenarth ) go to the White Hart , drink a beer and go from there ( I personally found this profound advice !) We realised that we could have spent more time with the " old gents " but we had little time and much to do !However , at this point in the story , it was begining to dawn on me -that many of the personages that I had met , were all characters in the story that I had written some years ago .A story about justice and injustice played in the middle- ages Many people were waiting in the pub for us , and they helped us to find accommodation and helped us with the fishing (.If I had been a film director), I would have cast many of the people for the film ! ( the film about my story -)
Life copies art as art mirrors life as Oscar Wilde and the symbolists observed ----
And even more mysteriously life and dreams give us symbols and allegories that we cannot totally understand at least --------------
( Short extract from my story entitled The Cauldron)
Lucius( after cantering down the hill on his horse ) , came to a standstill by the bridge with his three friends , he removed his large brimmed hat and threw back his long blond hair . ,
"\ We should find lodgings here " said Demian ", and certainly drink a beer ."
". We have things to do here -this is a place of magic and transformation" . Said Lucius .
Their voices drowned by the sound of the cauldron droning beneath the bridge .
Monday, August 29, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Usk at Brecon
The kingfisher
Streaked colourfully
Past me
As I stood in the middle
Of the river -
And sat in a tree watching
Me intently.
It must have thought -
That old heron
Will never catch fish that way !
Monday, August 8, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
In the deep green ---( this is poem that I wrote all those years ago after a walk along the river Teifi at Cenarth . )
In the deep green
Mysterious river -
What sharp poise you paint
Little yellow wagtail -
What strange N E W N E S S
Yet an image
Of lonely beauty -
Perched upon that rock
dancing
In the moving mirror
Of Autumn trees .
Wales revisited
After fortyfive years I came back to the small town of Cenarth - famous for its waterfall and leaping salmon My good friend Lucas and I were there to fish for the magical sewen or sea trout which can only be caught at night because they are so shy and clever .In my memory the place had a very important place , a place of inspiration and magic ,Therefore of course I was inevitably in for a confrontation of the real world versus the ideal world!Of course there were changes ,but generally the place remained the same but of course my mind had created a wonderful ideal world and the real world could never match this . For instance I remember the river as being a charming idyll but now when I caste my fly into the water , the river was unheimisch .You would not want to fall into this river! One of my great memories of the place was of a small house by the bridge that had a bar with just one barrel of wonderful beer - non of the local people living there at that time could remember it, so maybe reality and phantasy are again entwined ! As for the sea trout I hooked one but lost it !(made a photograph on my blog of the falls )
Friday, August 5, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Brecon Beacons
The beacons lovely geometry
Gracing the evening sky
In sparcely brushed calligraphy .
Monday, July 25, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Thought of the day
Its taken all my life to get here , to finally understand. God what a waste !
Its taken me all my life, fooling around - God what fun that was !
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
E X I L E
The city holds you
In its flagrant dream -
Amsterdam engorged you
Like an anaconda -
You became part
Of its murky Venitian
Veins ,
Its sordid alley-ways -
The sixties dream
In hippy hashish
Raga rooms -
Seedy tram clanging quarters
And half-naked madonnas -
Erotic trances
In Eastern cultural facades .
The city will not
Release you ,
Until you say
" I am greater than you -
And all those that went
Before me -escaping from
Its thrall
Spewed back
Into the world that you
So much despised !
.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Thought of the day - in verse
The world we know
An illusion -
Created by
Collective mind .
The world we view
A collusion
Invented by
The partial blind .
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
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