You laugh at my eagerness
And completeness
My desire to reach dessert
You smile at my certainty
And surety, of the goodness
in Liquorice Allsorts
You fumble at my love
There open and tender
Touch me why don’t you
We walk in the night
You hold my hand under the stars
With a clear dark-sky wish
Dance; I can sweat, stutter about the dance floor
In a trance of confusion and a metaphor of clay
The bass player, with his sway, his self detached
Insignificance; dance for him is just another day
The lead guitar picks, as easily as his fingers wrap
The frets; no worry, steady; dance is the easy way
Jimba-jimba… a host of words from a far further
Fascination; with generosity dance is here to stay
Dance; I forget myself, lay lady lay
Oh let me move my body
More ever than I might my mind
To dance with my love I pray
I iron a shirt
And think of a dance floor
Will I ever be alone
You sing of telepathic messages
I think of youth
And a different kind of perspiration
Weeps into my eyes
What is poetry for
What is its raison d'être
A good question don’t you think
And one that I could only answer
With the words above
Of course everyone wants to be someone else. The poet he craves to be a musician, the blacksmith to become a cabinet maker and the photographer to turn as if by magic into a Rembrandt or a Claude Monet
So we introduce you to our town
Through the lens of a photographer
Through the words of a poet
A group of artists
Journeymen and artisans
With a welcome to offer
A chance for you to be that someone other, through a process of enrichment and nourishment of those parts of our selves which we seldom touch, join in with our celebration, bring your own good fortune to the fore
The poet of course is always looking behind the picture, seeking out a story or an inspiration; a diving board or a precipice from which to launch him or herself.
Walking through the old cemetery park I meet a fellow photographer, he, I, and many others are brought out by the early autumn's morning sunlight.
"Some people take moody pictures here, but I like to use the warmth of the sun; to give the gravestones a charm, a richness, to create a story"
I agree and say that I am filming for celebration; we exchange emails, he has a Nikon, large format, camera.
