After the Afternoon Tea
February 3, 2008
Sometimes one big slice of cake is just not quite enough…
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Ikons December 1995 : i Virgin of the Rose
January 6, 2008
This one is a golden girl-
About her waist, around her arms
Tendrils of scarlet roses twine
Towards her pale and narrow shoulders.
She is so thin she should look hungry
But her eyes are closed in ecstasy:
She smiles and smiles,
She does not notice the thorns.
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Ikons December 1995: ii The Annunciation
January 6, 2008
At first you do not notice
The faces with their wild expressions.
All is forest – deep green-black forest trees
As far as the eye can see.
The trees are lush, they threaten
To spill out of the frame-
To take root by your feet!
Look and look for the faces in the trees:
They look like you
And they look like me.
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Ikons December 1995: iii Nativity
January 6, 2008
Born, came blue, dark -
Hand over eyes, once
Into life, once seen
Open wide, blue.
Dark born, born once -
Over hand, love flow
Down, tear away from
Mate, bone, body gone.
Milk flow, tear flow
Away from body into
Dark blue sins gone -
Long, long gone away.
Mama, mama love this
Baby, this blue dark
Born, born once into
Love from bone, body.
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1997 notes on Mondrian’s Compositie met gele lijnen. 1933
January 5, 2008
So it had come to this. The cold ceramic floor, white-glazed and glistening.
Her wedding ring; circular, embracing, simple, simple, simple – now fragmented.
Yellow strips, spaced-out slants leading to … to where?
Dead-end each end, huddled at the edges of the room, trying to soften sharp corners, forming a blunted diamond, and she?
She stood in the centre, eyes glazed blue-white red-white; amorphous flags.
Amorous. Womanly. Elliptical.
Even she was gone, a sense of sight,
A floating dream of a room.
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Lost and found… from notebooks 1997
January 1, 2008
“There was a library and it is ashes…” Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast
There was a library and it is ashes
Dull, all-consuming time, not passion’s
Flames – avid, voracious, lambent – dragged a million illuminated sheets, desiccated,
Into the ground.
There was knowledge but it is smoke;
Good ideas and profundity of thought,
Once aspirated joyfully, determined as impulse, sonorous as sex
Transmuted.
What is so is not so.
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Ron Paul – Common Sense on Terrorism
December 8, 2007
Ron Paul vs. A Nation Of Suckers: Why We Won’t Listen To One Man’s Common Sense About Terrorism
LEEDS CORN EXCHANGE CHARACTER UNDER THREAT
November 23, 2007
Artisans and independent traders are being evicted from the Corn Exchange in Leeds, in an effort to make one of the most interesting places to shop in England into yet another food court. Protests planned.
After weeks of speculation and political unrest Gen. Pervez Musharraf has finally imposed “Emergency” in Pakistan, suspended the 1973 constitution and disbanded the Supreme and High Courts
Notes on the Strangeness of an Ordinary Day
October 24, 2007
Fixing a moment in my memory today, which I do from time to time to remind myself I am alive and will not always be so, I managed to progress from looking at the curve of my arm in the twilight of the cinema to near-hysterical, suffocating claustrophobia under the tomb-like low vaulted ceiling in a matter of around two minutes. This was my first-ever experience of claustrophobia.
Fortunately Ratatouille is quite funny so I was able to keep quiet, stay seated and distract myself.
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