Choose your music carefully
Or randomly
One is for explorations, triggers
To something new for appreciation
The other is for contemplations, backdrops
To soak into, to dwell among
Ok, so you’ve gone with Arvo Pärt
Da Pacem (Estonian Philharmonic 2006)
So sit still, at least for fifteen minutes
Let the choral voices wash over you
Yes, you may tell me
Of the pink/red/rust coloured leaves
Flickering in the breeze
Beneath November’s blue blue sky
Or you may close your eyes
Recall the deep sleep
Which you were woken from
By a soft touch to your brow
You might even visualise
Monochrome, or mute blue
Or vast aubergine sunsets
Alive with visceral orange
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
Monday 26 February 2018
Sunday 25 February 2018
Facsimiles I
How to replicate
How to create
Stillness, silence
Peace
Engagement
Find one window
Note all, yes everything
Which you see there
Come, and go
At various
Times of day
In all kinds
Of weather
Let your mood be
As it is
As it wishes
As it finds itself
Zoom in
Zoom out
Describe the leaves
Of leaves
As being what you see
How to create
Stillness, silence
Peace
Engagement
Find one window
Note all, yes everything
Which you see there
Come, and go
At various
Times of day
In all kinds
Of weather
Let your mood be
As it is
As it wishes
As it finds itself
Zoom in
Zoom out
Describe the leaves
Of leaves
As being what you see
Saturday 24 February 2018
Sex
Black; A touching you didn’t know existed (John Berger)
Of course John, black and sex
How could you not think of them together
Why, didn’t we all get married in black suits
And go to raucous society do’s in black ties
Don’t modern girls crave a little black dress
And just how far is it John
From parading our wanton sexuality
(In whatever black robes we can muster)
To where black suggests something stronger
About desire, passion, negligence, indulgence
Is that why she screamed at you John
Had the black taken you a little too far
Of course John, black and sex
How could you not think of them together
Why, didn’t we all get married in black suits
And go to raucous society do’s in black ties
Don’t modern girls crave a little black dress
And just how far is it John
From parading our wanton sexuality
(In whatever black robes we can muster)
To where black suggests something stronger
About desire, passion, negligence, indulgence
Is that why she screamed at you John
Had the black taken you a little too far
Friday 23 February 2018
Elsewhere
Black / Darkness (John Christie)
The desire to be elsewhere is with us all John
It is lurking, ready to pounce, at anytime
Not just in the darkness
But of course, in the dark of night
Especially those moments on the cusp of sleep
When we can be caught at our most fragile
A time we can hold tight to the ball of fear
Which cries out for us to be elsewhere
Yet, at our most vulnerable, we fall asleep
And sleep is continually thanking us
For being a safe haven, for being here
Not in that nonsense place called elsewhere
The desire to be elsewhere is with us all John
It is lurking, ready to pounce, at anytime
Not just in the darkness
But of course, in the dark of night
Especially those moments on the cusp of sleep
When we can be caught at our most fragile
A time we can hold tight to the ball of fear
Which cries out for us to be elsewhere
Yet, at our most vulnerable, we fall asleep
And sleep is continually thanking us
For being a safe haven, for being here
Not in that nonsense place called elsewhere
Thursday 22 February 2018
Jazz
The Blues: I am yours, you are mine (John Berger)
You surprise me John
So soon after saying you won’t use colour
You talk of the blue of blueberries being sexy
Now I must tell you, that Genevieve and myself
Stood naked in a stream, eating blueberries
And so I concur with you conclusion
That the blue of blueberries is indeed sexy
And also blue as a prize, for on that day John
After paddling, we shared the bigger prize
I don’t know the piece by Schubert
But I do agree, that Parker, of all the jazzmen
Had the colour blue engraved upon his soul
You surprise me John
So soon after saying you won’t use colour
You talk of the blue of blueberries being sexy
Now I must tell you, that Genevieve and myself
Stood naked in a stream, eating blueberries
And so I concur with you conclusion
That the blue of blueberries is indeed sexy
And also blue as a prize, for on that day John
After paddling, we shared the bigger prize
I don’t know the piece by Schubert
But I do agree, that Parker, of all the jazzmen
Had the colour blue engraved upon his soul
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