The Dissertation series second cycle responds to the Sojourn Exhibition featuring Derek Sprawson at the Bend in the River Gallery - Gainsborough, February 2007
Aged
Emeritus, older than fortune, older than tomorrow
Before faith
Deity
Columbine, twisted contortion, further than forever
Beyond hope
Sight
Kingdom of creation, taste of red wine, blue blood
Always with or without
Divinity
Beauties, moods, bittersweet emotions
Exiled by the hostility, lately
Of doubt or light
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Monday, 21 March 2011
Artistic Motivation - Line Drawing
The 2nd cycle of the Dissertation Series continues with a response to the Delineate Exhibition featuring Matthew Shelton at Dean Clough Gallery - Halifax, February 2007
Line drawing
Dark and once satanic
Yorkshire art in Yorkshire space
The derelict carpet canvasses rung out
Fettled back into a new loom of life
Not a time to make sense
I too missed my five minutes of fame
It needs more room
Clutter amongst clutter becomes cluttered
Art gallery
Insurance company headquarters
Utilitarian hotel
The exhibition
It will soon be about
Being settled, back here
Art
In place of life
Line drawing
Dark and once satanic
Yorkshire art in Yorkshire space
The derelict carpet canvasses rung out
Fettled back into a new loom of life
Not a time to make sense
I too missed my five minutes of fame
It needs more room
Clutter amongst clutter becomes cluttered
Art gallery
Insurance company headquarters
Utilitarian hotel
The exhibition
It will soon be about
Being settled, back here
Art
In place of life
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Artistic Motivation - Awkward but Useful
The Dissertation Series begins its 2nd cycle by responding to the Looking at Self Exhibiton featuring Lucy Jones at the Usher Gallery - Lincoln, January 2007
Awkward but Useful
Untouched by human hand
Kept at bay, always at a distance
Abused by aficionados
Held up on high, for paraplegic parasites
Pillars of establishment
With crooked views on impaired expectations
Sour water
I have drunk from the black bottomless well
Unmoved by human voice, held off
Always some for instance
Down I sink, deeper into the dungeon
Abducted for an exhibition with a catalogue
I am bound with words and pictures
Opened at random
Go away why don't you
Or else move in
Move in much closer
Don't stand, unmoved, at a distance
Awkward but Useful
Untouched by human hand
Kept at bay, always at a distance
Abused by aficionados
Held up on high, for paraplegic parasites
Pillars of establishment
With crooked views on impaired expectations
Sour water
I have drunk from the black bottomless well
Unmoved by human voice, held off
Always some for instance
Down I sink, deeper into the dungeon
Abducted for an exhibition with a catalogue
I am bound with words and pictures
Opened at random
Go away why don't you
Or else move in
Move in much closer
Don't stand, unmoved, at a distance
Friday, 18 March 2011
Artistic Motivation - Landscape 1941, 1942, 1943
The Dissertation Series concludes its first round of a poets response to art, at the Poets in the Landscape Exhibition, featuring Various Artists, in the Pallant House Gallery - Chichester, May 2007
Landscape 1941, 1942, 1943
Wilder curves, smaller moons engulfed by flora and fauna
What with the pleurisy and reading Rimbaud & Blake
No longer now composing
No longer now with pen in hand
Moonlit in the ruins, the serpent of a tree
Archway to a brighter place, with a bird catcher and a poet
They stand guard, in tight leggings and slippers, it is a complicated pose
More time now to ponder, though still to wear the hat
All thoughts for the mind to wander
It's here they're fair isle flew
A mountain range, a far away vision
Still the leggings and the slipper style of shoe
The whiteness in the eyes, mindful or insane
Either way it is back along
Far and away beyond my view
Landscape 1941, 1942, 1943
Wilder curves, smaller moons engulfed by flora and fauna
What with the pleurisy and reading Rimbaud & Blake
No longer now composing
No longer now with pen in hand
Moonlit in the ruins, the serpent of a tree
Archway to a brighter place, with a bird catcher and a poet
They stand guard, in tight leggings and slippers, it is a complicated pose
More time now to ponder, though still to wear the hat
All thoughts for the mind to wander
It's here they're fair isle flew
A mountain range, a far away vision
Still the leggings and the slipper style of shoe
The whiteness in the eyes, mindful or insane
Either way it is back along
Far and away beyond my view
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Artistic Motivation - Heads of State
The Dissertation Series continues with an indoor and outdoor affair: Natural Artifice by Alice Maher at the Djanogly Art Gallery, Riverside - Nottingham, June 2007
Heads of state
The road sign says: No horse racing on the carriageway
A good job on that day - for you were well past racing
Your racing days were over
All your days were over
It was the first time that I had seen a glass and crystal coffin carriage
Horse drawn, groomed for the occasion
You would have liked the sign Road closed for a funeral procession
Hundreds, maybe thousands of well wishers
Stand back, make way, by notices they are instructed
The sun shone then as the sun shines now - outside the gallery
Inside, a casket: Lacrymatory - The Jerpoint kick-starts the memory
Of someone I never ever knew
Though I know now, my chasing days too are almost over
All of those days are almost over
Heads of state
The road sign says: No horse racing on the carriageway
A good job on that day - for you were well past racing
Your racing days were over
All your days were over
It was the first time that I had seen a glass and crystal coffin carriage
Horse drawn, groomed for the occasion
You would have liked the sign Road closed for a funeral procession
Hundreds, maybe thousands of well wishers
Stand back, make way, by notices they are instructed
The sun shone then as the sun shines now - outside the gallery
Inside, a casket: Lacrymatory - The Jerpoint kick-starts the memory
Of someone I never ever knew
Though I know now, my chasing days too are almost over
All of those days are almost over
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