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Performance Poetry
Performance Poetry (Adapted from: A Theory for Art) Real poetry lives in the written word More durably than in the spoken phrase Which sounds superb, but makes no sense when seen. Rich quality of thought, clearly expressed In telling composition, has more worth Than oratorical charades, (performed Persuasively by […]
One Decade More?
One Decade More? Time moves inexorably on; today’s Prime Minister is younger than myself! And now, as rodent-toothed arthritis gnaws Bones and stiff joints, or palpitations shake The regularity of cardiac Efficiency, my darkling eyes can see No end of projects meriting my care. Such […]
Dear Nightingale
Dear Nightingale (for Heidi) Dear Nightingale!. You know how circumstance (The sudden loss of one long-loved, Or brute injustice piled by cruel chance Upon […]
Sacrificial Obsession
Sacrificial Obsession Quite casual it was. I said: ‘Goodbye’; You answered with a silent nod. Then I Departed. At your strongly-termed insistence, (After three decades of our shared existence; Such complex years of courtship, marriage, gain, Children and happiness; of loss and pain, Love, […]
Uniform and Grey?
Uniform and Grey? i. I do not think it fair to say My art is uniform and grey. (Who would agree to have defined, By adjectives quite so unkind, The outcome of a life’s vocation Expressing the imagination?). ii. My poems’ themes range over all – […]
Time and Art [2]
Time and Art [2] [From A Theory for Art (iix)] Time is life’s last illusion, and shall be Until we understand what it must mean. Art teaches us that all truths must refract, […]
Liquid Stone
Liquid Stone Erupting, like some potent lava-stream From magma-chambers fractured by the stress Of Earth’s evolving core, new thoughts […]
Annus Mirabilis
Annus Mirabilis (1984) Some years ago, my heart afloat on dreams, I sailed to bright Coolmela in the West, Where clouds of […]
Myrna's Dance
Myrna’s Dance [Adapted from Neknus, Canto XXX] They drink to pained excess who know Not when their bellies will be filled again With anything more tasteful than poor scraps Stolen, or begged, from wealthy merchants who Fill the markets daily with their goods. They drink until the wine and […]
The Dancers
The Dancers [Adapted from Neknus, Canto XXIV] And so The dancers enter to display their thrilling art. In they come, these splendid charmers, (Twenty males and females all With nature’s graces unadorned), Each more finely formed than anyone Assembled there had ever seen, Or […]