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Friday, 22 August 2025

Preemptive

Ten Paintings

Twenty Poems

10001 Strokes of Distraction


Norwich School of Art & Design run a MA course Writing the Visual which I was introduced to by Andrea Holland, I was impressed by Andrea and her description of, and enthusiasm for the course to such an extent that I almost enrolled. I particularly enjoyed the term 'sister arts' as a reference to the combination and interface of the craft of writing and the craft of the visual arts.


At the same time I was thinking about a focal point for my own poetry. In this I had determined that my poetry ought to try and bring goodness and beauty to the reader (and the writer). That I believe is the essence of much of my previous writing in any event; looking backwards I have to search hard to find poems with a political message or in support of any specific cause, it is not my natural outpouring.


To then use the 'beauty' has seen by, and described by, another artist for the basis for poetry seemed quite a small step. Of course what I would see when I looked at the paintings would not be the original beauty that the artist portrayed, no instead what I see is an abstraction of that perception, an indication which nevertheless can have also its own wonder; but it does put me at a distance, and to write about this puts you the reader at a further distance; press on.


The works of art may have to be viewed electronically, in the first instance, however I have elected that for each poem about the painting a 'sister' poem about the experience of seeing the painting will be created, the reader having only one degree of distance or separation then from this piece. For the atmospheric experiential poem to be brought to life I would hope to see the art woks in their usual surroundings, but where this is not possible the poem may be written in some relative inspirational place with a copy of the artwork at hand.


The art works will be chosen based on the general popularity, although a part of me (some would say a large part) may like to show off by selecting some relatively obscure or unknown artists the purpose of this piece is intrinsically bound up in the image being widely known, of having been seen already by the reader in fact.



Thursday, 21 August 2025

Lost on a scrap of paper

The wind blows with gusto

It blossoms across the warm garden

If this had been an holiday romance

The loss, or sense of it, would already be upon us


The warm winds of the wet Atlantic

The thrashing storms of Regis seas

Sixpence in the bubble gum machine

A parachute slow hanging from the citrus tree


In joy we seek out our shadows

In sorrow we search for somewhere light

That is why we ride the roller coaster

That is why we catch the magic bus at night


Here in my deckchair; meadow grass, mistletoe

A book of passionate poetry, aglow by the embers

Rapture, slow and slower now

And then to remind me that I ought to remember

To send her my valentine’s vote



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Wednesday, 20 August 2025

Whatever the cause think on; love binds

A twenty mile view

Tunnels

Through mountains into forests


Burnt out

Charcoal stains, remains of timber houses

With no regret, repercussion or remorse


Except that is

To be near, in a nearby vicinity

A railway siding beside his first and only love


Change

Born of caring, turned into sacrificial conviction

Pressed deep; within the memories of inequality and injustice


The view now without any distance

Funnelled

Through molehills, there always without a florist


Learn, oh please my love

Once again, that life embraced with love

It is she, or he who stops and stoops for one to conquer


Go there then

That is not with a revolver, or as a revolutionary stunt

But with open hand, please take along your once innocent heart



Tuesday, 19 August 2025

A search without end

Unconvicted youth

Look again into your eyes

Counter revolution

The poet seldom pries


Tears for all lost ledgers

But you know; every day 

How easily, outwardly

You gave your world away


Warning words

Echoed fine conversations

All too good

Even to be untrue


Younger older man

Bent double

You struggle

Down and through the tram


Wires splash

The flash

Of disconnection

Reconnects, but do not let them



Monday, 18 August 2025

I drive across the tracks most mornings

Lara

To my thoughts of Zima Junction

Beauty of steam trains

Across your snow covered country


Here

A thousand miles

And umpteen revolutions

Passed by in the broadsheet papers


Our beauty rolls more gentle

Up and down the Wolds

Could you come over on Sunday

For a cake and tea


Lara, this is not your name now

No more than this is Sudbrooke Crossing

Yet love it is still she who reigns

Across your smile covered eyes