On the road to somewhere from the road that leads to nowhere, You find the hidden bridge that takes you to the razor's edge. You take one step, you take another, you walk a different walk, In the field of lost time's distance the […]
Tag: art
All the birds
In the misty light of a November afternoon the planet spins slowly towards another day, leaving the sun's light behind. Colours vanish into the ethereal blue of twilight, there is nothing in sight except the birds flocking home to roost. The darkling thrush, the […]
A song for you
Drifting in a small boat on a silent lake, the rain began to fall and the herons flew away as the wind blew the rain into in my face and scratched at the dark surface of the water in the faint greenish light of […]
A song for me
I heard a voice coming from an open window, a voice I thought I knew, a song I had heard so long ago. I had forgotten the song but I remembered looking into the sun. Time passes, we forget. Memory waits… From an open […]
The English Landscape
The sky above the Essex earth, light of passing moments that illuminates the fertile land. The light, the light, the glorious clouds that sail across the sea of sky, The sky that shimmered through Constable's hand and Gainsborough's flashing brush. We are a nation […]
How to find yourself in the dark
Lockdown, hibernation, false dawns, abandoned plans and lost time. The dark despair of the endless nothing; and yet the glimmer of a tiny light far, far away in the dark distant future will always be visible regardless of how much the black void tries […]
Fear
“But they hearkened not, nor inclined their ear, but walked in the counsels and in the imagination of their evil heart, and went backward, and not forward. They have set their abominations in the house to pollute it.” Jeremiah 7 We are being dragged […]
Seven
The seventh of the seven. Some people will understand this, some will not. It may be cryptic or it may not. You may think about the image and the message and make the connection, or you may not. It is not important if it […]
A Summer Evening
Sitting in a beautiful English garden on a warm summer evening in July. The honey-coloured stone of the ruins of the old house are bathed in warm evening light and glow like gold. Behind the wall, in another part of the garden, a saxophone […]
The Road To Ruin
Nothing lasts but not all is lost,We leave our presence in space and time,We are a memory of an echo, we are shadows, we are dust,Pulvis et Umbra Sumus, as Horace told us once.When all is done and endless sleep is all we have […]
Light! Light!
We are inside, looking out. We are in darkness, we want the light. In the distance, a glimmer; the door of perception is open, walk – don’t run. Cold steel and primate genes to keep the lights on, we invent, we survive. Keep busy, […]
Waiting For Gordon
A perpetual tragi-comedy in one act Vladimir and Estragon are hanging around, having a chat… Vlad-“If only my Mother could see me now” Est – “Why?” V-“Because the road to hell is paved with good intentions” E-“That’s deep” V-“Not really, it’s just because you’re […]
Deus Pecuniam Phallae
The ancient City of Londinium, founded before the Romans ever sailed up the Thames. The walled settlement became The City of London and developed into the most economically powerful city on earth, powered by trade and exploration. The old City was so powerful that […]
Waterlight
Writing on water is futile Water is stone that no one can carve, save the flaming force of fire, the spirit and the light. A stone dropped into water paints a shadow of a shadow. Writing on water is futile.
After Knowledge, Before Judgement
Before judgement, before new light, on the last day came darkness. It rained before the sun switched on the sky, etching clouds of rags and feathers across the skin of infinity. We stopped and wondered about the meaning of it all. It might have […]
Calm
Oh to be a fluffy cloud drifting ‘cross the sky, meandering in the blue above this dark and troubled land. Moving slowly with the breeze, no particular place to go, drifting, shifting, water vapour condensing in the air, if I was just a fluffy […]
All The World’s A Stage (part two)
We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. The nightmare of the Brutalists is anything that isn’t made of concrete, has curves and decorations and exists for beauty. Something like this, perhaps. Here is the Cathedral […]
All the world’s a stage
All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players; Who is writing your play and who is directing you? Write your own script and perform it on your own stage, don’t just repeat the lines you’ve been fed by people who […]
Winterlight
Under the darkling empyrean, the sun retreats from winter’s freezing kiss, leaving just a radiance before the pale moon stares down like the unseeing eye of a slaughtered horse. The Oak tree, now in winter sleep, oblivious to the changing days, will wake again […]
A Winter’s Tale
In the quiet squares and gardens of London in winter, the sky is etched by the delicate lacework tracery of plane trees. Here, Georgian terraces stand in stuccoed ranks, pillared porticoes and panelled windows, facades of a more elegant epoch. St Saviour’s waits for […]
