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
Saturday, 20 March 2021
You Push Me Further + Vanishing Point
Friday, 19 March 2021
Lover Of The Great Outdoors
Lay a prayer mat
Down beside
To guide you
This tree
Will surely fall
Who but man
Would here insist
A counterbalance
A bench
To sit upon
So near the precipice
Stay
Lay your coat
Down
To unhide you
In memory of John Jones
Lover
Of the great outdoors
Nineteen twenty-five
Up to
The millennium
Often
Words alone are sufficient
Dwell
Settle
Rest
Be blessed
In this
The final place
The expectant place
Of rest
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Thursday, 18 March 2021
Before The Book Before The Thought
Admirers of abstract painting
Always, from as long ago as I can remember, before the book, before the thought
Free verse
No, that’s a new concept, or was until a few weeks ago, now I find it is what I’ve always done, before the book, before the thought
Corbusier Armchairs
Was it Conran, or Habitat, anyway it was a good while before IKEA, before the book, before the thought
Houses with plain walls
It began with Anaglypta, after the flock; but pretty soon it was painted plaster, before the book, before the thought
No ceiling Roses
We had to wait for technology, even now, sunken spots, not easy, not before the book, nor before the thought
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Admirers of abstract painting, free verse, Corbusier armchairs and houses with plain walls and no ceiling roses
Linda Grant
Sexing the Millenium1993
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