Film-clips
The past is like a grainy old movie
I see faces unclear and subdued by
neglect and age.
Used to know them, but don’t visit
as often as before.
Years go by but they are never totally
forgotten.
The past is not a place I like to dwell
on, old wounds and battles
Lost ... let it be, but sometimes I do
look back when trying to understand
my time.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
oceanic stillness
Oceanic Stillness
The old cargo ship was slowly finding
her way across the ocean,
cigarette smoke
and talk of New Orleans when
her engine stopped.
Gentle heaves of the calm sea and stillness
as unwelcome thoughts entered,
a deck, rust the puss of irons,
between us and a maritime world
we only ploughed the surface of.
So vast the ocean and so small we are,
hushed voices. After a few attempts
the engine started, sigh of relief, forward motion,
the constant drone, blocking out
Our vulnerability.
The old cargo ship was slowly finding
her way across the ocean,
cigarette smoke
and talk of New Orleans when
her engine stopped.
Gentle heaves of the calm sea and stillness
as unwelcome thoughts entered,
a deck, rust the puss of irons,
between us and a maritime world
we only ploughed the surface of.
So vast the ocean and so small we are,
hushed voices. After a few attempts
the engine started, sigh of relief, forward motion,
the constant drone, blocking out
Our vulnerability.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
as beauty goes
As Beauty Goes.
The giraffe
that looked
into my
second floor
flat
whished
it could
be human
in next life
I saw
the beast
and whish
to be
a moonbeam
so I can
shine
through
the open
window
of an attic
room
where
a beautiful
princess sleeps
one who
has got
the same
eyelashes
as the giraffe
The giraffe
that looked
into my
second floor
flat
whished
it could
be human
in next life
I saw
the beast
and whish
to be
a moonbeam
so I can
shine
through
the open
window
of an attic
room
where
a beautiful
princess sleeps
one who
has got
the same
eyelashes
as the giraffe
the purge
The Purge.
From Bath to
Calcutta
beggars have
disappeared;
a least
from our mind
and newspaper
columns.
India has
the biggest
bourgeoisie
in the world,
I read,
isn’t that nice
to know.
New IKEA
stores in
Liverpool
and
Bombay;
we are all
middle-class,
those who
sleep
on pavements
do so because
of the heat.
Poverty has been
eradicated.
From Bath to
Calcutta
beggars have
disappeared;
a least
from our mind
and newspaper
columns.
India has
the biggest
bourgeoisie
in the world,
I read,
isn’t that nice
to know.
New IKEA
stores in
Liverpool
and
Bombay;
we are all
middle-class,
those who
sleep
on pavements
do so because
of the heat.
Poverty has been
eradicated.
desire
Desire.
The sea that
washes
over the rock face
do so with
the unseemly
passion
of envy;
thinks
to be made
of sturdy stuff
is better than
being
briny liquid.
The rock,
however,
wishes it were
a wave,
so it could escape
the sea’s
unbecoming
attention
The sea that
washes
over the rock face
do so with
the unseemly
passion
of envy;
thinks
to be made
of sturdy stuff
is better than
being
briny liquid.
The rock,
however,
wishes it were
a wave,
so it could escape
the sea’s
unbecoming
attention
the office manager
The Office Manager.
Is popular
amongst
his co workers
and in
the locality,
speaks to
everyone;
big, blond and
blue eyed,
flirts with women
young and old
in a pleasant way,
they think
it’s a pity
he is be married
to such a grey,
woman who
wears
sunglasses
even when it rains;
when home
he takes
his jacket off
expect the food
to be hot
on the dot,
if isn’t he
punches his wife
in the face.
Is popular
amongst
his co workers
and in
the locality,
speaks to
everyone;
big, blond and
blue eyed,
flirts with women
young and old
in a pleasant way,
they think
it’s a pity
he is be married
to such a grey,
woman who
wears
sunglasses
even when it rains;
when home
he takes
his jacket off
expect the food
to be hot
on the dot,
if isn’t he
punches his wife
in the face.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Desire
Desire.
The sea that
washes
over the rock face
do so with
the unseemly
passion
of envy;
thinks
to be made
of sturdy stuff
is better than
being
briny liquid.
The rock,
however,
wishes it were
a wave,
so it could escape
the sea’s
unbecoming
attention
The sea that
washes
over the rock face
do so with
the unseemly
passion
of envy;
thinks
to be made
of sturdy stuff
is better than
being
briny liquid.
The rock,
however,
wishes it were
a wave,
so it could escape
the sea’s
unbecoming
attention
The office Manager
The Office Manager.
Is popular
amongst
his co workers
and in
the locality,
speaks to
everyone;
big, blond and
blue eyed,
flirts with women
young and old
in a pleasant way,
they think
it’s a pity
he is be married
to such a grey,
woman who
wears
sunglasses
even when it rains;
when home
he takes
his jacket off
expect the food
to be hot
on the dot,
if isn’t he
punches his wife
in the face.
Is popular
amongst
his co workers
and in
the locality,
speaks to
everyone;
big, blond and
blue eyed,
flirts with women
young and old
in a pleasant way,
they think
it’s a pity
he is be married
to such a grey,
woman who
wears
sunglasses
even when it rains;
when home
he takes
his jacket off
expect the food
to be hot
on the dot,
if isn’t he
punches his wife
in the face.
a rainy afternoon in Cuba
A Rainy Afternoon
In a corner in the kitchen, which I share with
a rubber plant, I sit in my comfy chair and
survey my possession of pots and copper pans,
think of Cuban cigar and hardening of arteries,
“Only two glasses of wine a day” the doc said,
he didn’t mention sex, perhaps he would like to
know that our Saturday love, is a frugal affair,
bath, clean finger nails and, cute, little towels
under pillows; says she used to be in real estate.
Last time I was in Cuba cigars cost more than
abused whores thronging Havana’s streets, till
Fidel Castro came and put an end this disgrace,
mongers fled to Florida where they ghoulishly
sit and wait for the old man to die.
In a corner in the kitchen, which I share with
a rubber plant, I sit in my comfy chair and
survey my possession of pots and copper pans,
think of Cuban cigar and hardening of arteries,
“Only two glasses of wine a day” the doc said,
he didn’t mention sex, perhaps he would like to
know that our Saturday love, is a frugal affair,
bath, clean finger nails and, cute, little towels
under pillows; says she used to be in real estate.
Last time I was in Cuba cigars cost more than
abused whores thronging Havana’s streets, till
Fidel Castro came and put an end this disgrace,
mongers fled to Florida where they ghoulishly
sit and wait for the old man to die.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Art gallery
Art Gallery.
From the left, of the big canvas depicting
still life, an apple, a tennis ball, a bottle of
wine and a Greek vase, lava ran, forever
erasing the artist’s work;
when lava cooled I painted on its surface
a landscape of night pale flowers…and
of you, nude and extremely white, striking
pose on black velvet...
From the left, of the big canvas depicting
still life, an apple, a tennis ball, a bottle of
wine and a Greek vase, lava ran, forever
erasing the artist’s work;
when lava cooled I painted on its surface
a landscape of night pale flowers…and
of you, nude and extremely white, striking
pose on black velvet...
Iron cross
Iron Cross.
Under her white lace the baker’s wife wore
an iron cross, tight-lip secrecy, the baker was
in prison for selling cakes and information to
the enemy in exchange for nazi paraphernalia.
Alas the iron was contaminated by an unknown
substance, made her skin olive oil tanned, her
blond hair black, blue eyes brown, it was clear
for everyone to see she was a Levantine Jewess.
So they set the baker free, these people have
suffered enough, applause, tears and waving
of flag; the baker and his wife, emigrated to
Israel to help shape things to come.
Under her white lace the baker’s wife wore
an iron cross, tight-lip secrecy, the baker was
in prison for selling cakes and information to
the enemy in exchange for nazi paraphernalia.
Alas the iron was contaminated by an unknown
substance, made her skin olive oil tanned, her
blond hair black, blue eyes brown, it was clear
for everyone to see she was a Levantine Jewess.
So they set the baker free, these people have
suffered enough, applause, tears and waving
of flag; the baker and his wife, emigrated to
Israel to help shape things to come.
Sonnet to an Oak
I’m am oak with a bald crown, from my
nether branches they used hang criminals,
I still wear a scar, not that I had any say in
the matter, but I enjoyed the spectacle, lots
of people looking up, passive compliance?
Sheriff and judge are thighbones rubbing up
against the bony hips of whores, and grave
robbers grinning skulls… serves them right.
White landscape, descendant of the hanged
are coming down the road…revenge time?
I have no leaves to hide behind, but they are
not looking my way, busy cutting smaller
trees, mere saplings, and that’s ok, they are
only fir tree pretending to be a forest.
I’m am oak with a bald crown, from my
nether branches they used hang criminals,
I still wear a scar, not that I had any say in
the matter, but I enjoyed the spectacle, lots
of people looking up, passive compliance?
Sheriff and judge are thighbones rubbing up
against the bony hips of whores, and grave
robbers grinning skulls… serves them right.
White landscape, descendant of the hanged
are coming down the road…revenge time?
I have no leaves to hide behind, but they are
not looking my way, busy cutting smaller
trees, mere saplings, and that’s ok, they are
only fir tree pretending to be a forest.
truth
Truth
The whaling boat hunts an empty sea,
dots of clouds try to look albatrosses
but they can’t shriek and are myopic.
the trigger finger is cold, iron arrow
attached to a coiled snake try to catch
a breaker before it’s a foamy surge;
there is no horizon, land has gone,
a surviving sardine shines, truths are
hand reared to fit any old occasion;
The whaling boat hunts an empty sea,
dots of clouds try to look albatrosses
but they can’t shriek and are myopic.
the trigger finger is cold, iron arrow
attached to a coiled snake try to catch
a breaker before it’s a foamy surge;
there is no horizon, land has gone,
a surviving sardine shines, truths are
hand reared to fit any old occasion;
illusions
Illusions
You were so warm and tender,
so giving in bed that I thought
you felt as I.
Mind, you have busy life, often
didn’t see you for a long time,
never ask why, for when you came
back all was ok.
Winter gone, spring, I loved you
more than ever, tried not to think
why you stayed away, till I got
this dreaded call; another man.
The pink bubble burst, for a moment
engulfed by hate and dark thoughts
of revenge, but it was my own fault,
knew all along, but refused to open
my eyes and see reality.
You were so warm and tender,
so giving in bed that I thought
you felt as I.
Mind, you have busy life, often
didn’t see you for a long time,
never ask why, for when you came
back all was ok.
Winter gone, spring, I loved you
more than ever, tried not to think
why you stayed away, till I got
this dreaded call; another man.
The pink bubble burst, for a moment
engulfed by hate and dark thoughts
of revenge, but it was my own fault,
knew all along, but refused to open
my eyes and see reality.
The vast expand
The Vast Expand
Expand , my teacher said, but I was
confined by paper and pen, I had
an out of body experience, reaching
the whole world, can see car bombs
as they go off in Baghdad.
The Sidney opera house, bathers at
the beach; see president Bush walk
on the lawn outside the Whitehouse
as Russia’s president Putin combs
his hair, all this at the same time
Internet, the miracle of lies told and
truths exposed, full of triviality, but
also beauty and poetry. Something
for everyone to see; when are they
going to regulated it?
Expand , my teacher said, but I was
confined by paper and pen, I had
an out of body experience, reaching
the whole world, can see car bombs
as they go off in Baghdad.
The Sidney opera house, bathers at
the beach; see president Bush walk
on the lawn outside the Whitehouse
as Russia’s president Putin combs
his hair, all this at the same time
Internet, the miracle of lies told and
truths exposed, full of triviality, but
also beauty and poetry. Something
for everyone to see; when are they
going to regulated it?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Friday
Friday.
Drive around been alone for a week now,
don’t want a woman, I see pathetic figures
lurking in dark ally ways and under trees,
prostitution is boring, money, cruelty and
graceless sex; not a sensible word spoken;
drive off disgusted by the netherworld of
mankind. Bright light of a big supermarket
beckons, it’s Friday family shopping day.
Christmas décor, children eating ice cream;
lonely people, mostly middle aged women,
closed faces, stern lips, acting as in a hurry
if I speak to one she will move away, but
she needs someone to talk to as much as me.
I say nothing, but listen to spoken silence
that mingles with the warm voice of a child
and the cold air from the exit.
Friday, December 01, 2006
sonnet to a film star
Sonnet to a Film-Star
It wasn’t her creamy body that caught
my attention, nothing unusual about it,
curvaceous, yes, but going soft. It was
her eyes, in a blink, they were blue,
green or brown depending on her mood
that changed faster than traffic lights
on Sunset Boulevard, between laughter,
pain and suspicion. I could see her soul
wide open eyes; they killed her slowly,
those famous men who wouldn’t let her
grow, a dumb blond forever. If I met her
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell,
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore
It wasn’t her creamy body that caught
my attention, nothing unusual about it,
curvaceous, yes, but going soft. It was
her eyes, in a blink, they were blue,
green or brown depending on her mood
that changed faster than traffic lights
on Sunset Boulevard, between laughter,
pain and suspicion. I could see her soul
wide open eyes; they killed her slowly,
those famous men who wouldn’t let her
grow, a dumb blond forever. If I met her
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell,
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore
ordinary life
Ordinary Life.
A grazing mule and a sociable donkey make
for an ordinary day, walk to the café gossip
about the lady who runs the pharmacy, her
new lover is the doctor, which makes sense,
and the baker is rumoured to be gay, where
else can you find such an ordinary day.
If I lived a busy life, saw all the worlds
wonders, lakes, oceans and big mountains,
flitted between Taj Mahal and Louvre, in
one day, just to see how great mankind can
be, I wouldn’t had time to see how strange
and fascinating ordinary life can be.
A grazing mule and a sociable donkey make
for an ordinary day, walk to the café gossip
about the lady who runs the pharmacy, her
new lover is the doctor, which makes sense,
and the baker is rumoured to be gay, where
else can you find such an ordinary day.
If I lived a busy life, saw all the worlds
wonders, lakes, oceans and big mountains,
flitted between Taj Mahal and Louvre, in
one day, just to see how great mankind can
be, I wouldn’t had time to see how strange
and fascinating ordinary life can be.
my father
My Father.
Shrunk he has, my father his suit
too big now could fit me, only
they are so old fashion and it would
be too spooky to wear one after
his death.
Ninety, feet polish pavement,
his best friend is a cobbler.
Will I be old as him?
Do I have the courage?
There is a choice, but life is the only
thing I know, every spring is
more beautiful as the previous one,
does he think the same and keep on
living out of terror of the night?
His eyes are clear, a smile plays on
his cherry lips; the old man
has read my thoughts and nods.
Shrunk he has, my father his suit
too big now could fit me, only
they are so old fashion and it would
be too spooky to wear one after
his death.
Ninety, feet polish pavement,
his best friend is a cobbler.
Will I be old as him?
Do I have the courage?
There is a choice, but life is the only
thing I know, every spring is
more beautiful as the previous one,
does he think the same and keep on
living out of terror of the night?
His eyes are clear, a smile plays on
his cherry lips; the old man
has read my thoughts and nods.
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