Trying to Make Marks (extract)

The rock fought back

spitting grey dust into eyes that streamed tears

streams that soaked into the dust and pocks of my cheeks.

Rocks like salt soar up and shoot a cacophony of fireworks

each having an end note too loight to hear and too fine to see

but it's there because what has changed 

and what has been left

shows that many things have parted  and even a kiss from 100 miles away would do

not damage 

but change

and bring down the wall and turn it to firma.

Way of Seeing

Way of Seeing

"Et quid amabo nisi quod aenigma est?"

The door shut, keeping the horse out

(This all happening just after a quater past twelve),

the wind was guilty of course.

But the bird sat still

high

content with only ever seeing the white jug from that one angle

and never bath within it.

A boy asked

what does Valise mean?

His father answered

it's like this briefcase.

The wasp admired this scene

from the comfort of a jar

by the window

that split the world into four equal rectangles.

This poem was inspired by John Berger's Ways Of Seeing and the painting The Key of Dreams (below) by Rene Magritte, which is on the cover of Berger's book.

Two months

It's exactly two months since my last post, which explains the busiest and most crazy two months of my life, right?

Nope, I've just been straight lazy.

I have been writing a piece for an Art exhibition entitled 'Making Marks'. It runs from the 4th September till the 21st September and is held at The Hand And Heart gallery on Derby Road. Brap.

Once it's done I'll post up some pictures, and the finished piece its self. 

Should be quite interesting as I've never been involved in a contemporary Art exhibition before. 

But you know, I see a boundary I eat a boundary.