All entries for April 2006

Asunder

slipped slit split spilt
crass sounds born sharp and shattered
crack bracken underfoot and river
wide eyes ravage a bridle wild
scrape rack rude unwound unbound
and in dismay away away

go break her broken battered grate
swim in and out and fringe and fire
blush black a lilac cataract
see-see see-saw saw-she he
wish one and two and three’s for free

she’s free she’s free

globules drip role slide gloop gloop
a troop a trollop a whip a whoop

here shudders she his udders hung
strung up the window widow stung
swap smack this wrist my mouth and toe
and tiger’s tongue a-licking liking locking

what fun

: 26 Apr 2006 21:12 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

I am 20

It's been two days since I left the teens behind. And yes, in answer to that inevitable question, I do feel a little different. For the past few years I have known that the day will come when I have to clean up my act a little; clean my car, clear out the junk that I insist upon hoarding, start doing my work, read more, feel responsible for my life. And, for the past few years I've said to myself…pah! For now I'll get away with what I can and deal with the rest when I'm 20. Well, the time has come. Ive hoovered my car, made an effort to do an essay more that two days in advance and, to change this aridly boring subject, seen my first Surrealist exhibition.

I've finally found an art movement that I really enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, I like art and I appreciate most art on some level, although to be fair I've not seen that uch compared to many people I know. But a few of the surrealist paintings (see below for favourites) touched me deeply, or made me genuinely laugh, or profoundly disturbed me. I think could be partly to do this the fact that the poetry and some of the prose I write is similar to Surrelist art in its dream-like and incoherent narrative (see Dream Poetry.

Anyways, it was a fun way to spend a birthday and here are some fvourite works that I managed to find online:

Man Ray Pisces

Jackson Pollock Naked Man With Knife

Picasso Three Dancers

Francis Picabia Hera N.B. The painting I actually saw was called Otaiti but couldn't find it online. Ths one is in the same style as Otaiti.

Dali Mountain Lake

I also went to RSC Stratford to see Romeo and Juliet. If you get a chance go see it – I enjoyed it immensely. There was a fantastic arrangement of subtle live singing and accordion that accompanied the play , and the stylised fight scenes involved some aggressive stomping/tap dancing with wooden staffs. It was better than I'm making it sound! It was, on the whole, well acted, conjouring a nice tension between light-hearted comedy and heartbreak (although Romeo's sobbing did get a little to much…I wanted to strangle him at one point, he was a bit of a pussy-Romeo). This is the first modern-dress Shakespeare that worked for me, on the whole a great night out.

: 15 Apr 2006 21:01 |  Tags: Art Journal |  Comments (6) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Quote a day keeps the doctor away…

This quote will update itself every day to say something different…keep checking it out!

: 15 Apr 2006 20:24 |  Tags: Quotes |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

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: 12 Apr 2006 11:16 |  Comments (2) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Derek Walcott

I cam across this poem of Walcott's and was compelled to share it:

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

: 06 Apr 2006 14:23 |  Tags: Poetry Quotes |  Comments (9) |  Close comments |  Report a problem