“It’s some thing connected to meaning. An oblique waking up. Or a guilty secret. An automatic self disgust. There are whole sets of impulses that have pushed me. Chemically induced ones. Natural body exuberances and later self-inflicted. I just can’t capture anything about this in words. It’s about meaning. A really joyful sitting with, walking …
Category archives: poetry
Jesus mum
I’m on my way home now It’s not quite getting late But I’m getting quite tired Someone’s been singing about how I put a golden comb in your black hair Jesus Mum I’m sick of you being dead
in Wells
As I walked through Wells this evening I saw a man leaning against a car. Who is that walking through town? He thought. I’ll keep an eye on him. This town is bloated with money yet nobody is spending enough to keep it happy. Across the road a figure stands Like those dry appearing higher …
pathos
How easy is melancholy to revive Just now by it’s absence I recalled finding the yellow archangel On a lane in a wood in Berkshire when I was young Which too is facile to evince The sense of being old that comes with age and fatigue I spend time on the edge of tears I …
Tall orders
We are overblown thinkers Properly moved by logic Those of us that think in this way Using thought to regulate a sorry route Following white lines catching cats eyes Refueled along the way A road just to get some where Somehow oblivious to suffering Despite everything that has happened It is a soul less task …
St Antimo 1999
1. The tomb is always empty It cannot be otherwise I am here Such lamentation there will be when I rise. 2. Always we approach the White Hart And always he retreats So with stealth we approach And still he flees. To touch him He must die 3. Great silence …
day dreaming
humans around a fire and a human from the future arrives they capture and kill the visitor later, become the visitor, they kill themselves throwing them on the flames is what i day dreamed
wood blewits
I’ve captured some wood blewits freed from the earth. The year ended here but I’ve yet to finish with them. The issue is not one of faith but how to avoid it. Temptation is heaven born, all the more delightful for that. So, eyes open till the end, violet like leaves on the forest …
uneven writing
More uneven writing Painting thrown against the wind Unsettle the scene
colombine
dense moorish monkish bothering around the path month of may believe