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Uncategorized April 24, 2017

SONG AT TATE MODERN CLOSING TIME

The ebb and flow of beings, the steps of the comers and goers, – all, all are on Shakespeare and in Shakespeare. Victor Hugo A short sequence of poems in celebration of the Bard’s birthday:

Uncategorized April 17, 2017

EASTER MORNING SONG

I had found Winter’s grave; I had found Spring, and I was confident that I could ride home again and find Spring all along the road. Edward Thomas, In Pursuit of Spring An Easter greeting and a glimpse of the Sussex spring. The painting featured above is a self-portrait/landscape I’ve been working on recently and

Uncategorized March 28, 2017

ENCORE

I am in the early stages of planning an illustrated ‘slim volume’ of verse with an accompanying CD. Reviewing the material, Kathleen has reminded me of the poem ‘Masks and Faces’ and I thought perhaps a reprise of the old blog for which it was written might be timely.

Uncategorized March 27, 2017

SPRING MORNING

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.  Rainer Maria Rilke The Vernal Equinox brought rain and fierce winds to East Sussex but a week later Spring has finally and enchantingly arrived.

Uncategorized February 26, 2017

THE FIRST DAFFODIL

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: ‘Winter is dead.’ A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young The Christmas before last we were treated to an unseasonable ‘host’ of daffodils in our Sussex garden. This year the signs of incipient spring have been scarcer but yesterday our

Uncategorized February 5, 2017

MY VISIT TO MR GREEN

By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world.

Uncategorized January 6, 2017

TWELFTH NIGHT

A sonnet for Twelfth Night: And the latest version of my still life/self-portrait:  

Uncategorized January 1, 2017

ON WITH THE DANCE

A sonnet written and recorded on New Year’s Eve. Two thousand sixteen is determined to leave us One last verse I’ll write while there’s time The year in which time left – oh so much to grieve us Scoffs at my efforts to sum up and rhyme A handful of lines? – when the thousands of years

Uncategorized December 24, 2016

CHRISTMAS EVE

                          So long for air to brighten, Time to be dazzled and the heart to lighten. Seamus Heaney, ‘Fosterling’ (from Seeing Things) A seasonal sonnet celebrating a magical epiphany one winter’s day in Sussex. You may recall that our autumn film ‘Surrealism in Sussex’ featured

Uncategorized December 12, 2016

AbEx: MAKING A SPLASH

You get that right tickin’ rhythm, man, and its ON! Fats Waller  A short film inspired by the Royal Academy’s current exhibition of Abstract Expressionism (or ‘AbEx’), the first major survey since 1959. On seeing these mugs in the RA shop A cuppa of Art’s desiccation Expression’s commodification In the pink as we drink Or wash