Simple Shadow Sketch. I was sitting in a sunny polytunnel in the GRAFT Garden, wondering what arty stuff to do and I saw a lovely plant – fennel I think – right by me. But I was feeling a bit lazy and wanted a short cut so I balanced my sketchbook onto the edge of […]
Scribbling The Shadows. — scribblah
I’ll fill sandbags and put them
Strategically place them at all door sill thresholds
.
Before the storm starts
Opt-out of all operations
Fuck out of all doctor’s visits.
I’ll fill sandbags and put them
Strategically place them at all door sill thresholds
Tight. Three to a threshold.
To Barricade Good.
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‘Tho Mum’s safe in the next room
There’ll be Screen-gems on the pretty big screen
I got salsa y junk food mucho
And a cache of music on my cell phone
When the lights go out
Then most of us will sleep
While the exquisite whistle of wind through branches
Stokes my imagination steep.
Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level…A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him. ― Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953)
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What’s a word when,
By Beauty arises,
As if by duty; a vapour,
Massive, a new/age/old ghost image
That mostly moves you.
I mean, Keenly moves you.
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oh, Yo Yo’s cello, Jaco’s bass,
the subtle secret coves Jarrett streams you into
oh my heart, oh my head
are right in your face,
a fragile, secret love that Chet
dares to torch on,
torned down until morn
there right on his horn,
.
What’s a word when
A vapour, ghost image…
oh my heart, oh my head
“Pre possess ed”
.
I cheat
When Honestly I call on love
W/ Poetry
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Too soon after I’m loved to support
By one that I’m with
Here at this space.
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Waves miraculously roll in
When I’m standing
More surely now
In a sinking sand
.
Me without all my bearings
“With bad lighting, man made his medicine
Made his cave walls wail with his retellings
Of what he’d seen
,
Safer for foul weather, his shelter’s workings
Would have it hazier, wetter, not really better but
Saved/ nevertheless
Lyrics; We embody the spirit of motion. We’re bodies in motion. We’re bodies in motion. We dig down in the ocean. Swing up to the stars. We own the moon and the earth. We’re masters of Mars. We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion. Our ancestors cowered in caves Afraid if the dark and the thunder. Wrapped tip in black magic and rage They were slaves to their hunger. Now we fly across mountains in planes We know aII about time and big numbers. We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion. I love you with aII my heart You have my devotion. I loved you from the start. We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion. Ooo the weight of the world. Eternal spin. Puts a dent in my shoulder. A burn in my spin. A burn in my spin. Some say the future is crowds fighting for water and space. Chaotic and dark and loud, everything used up and taken. But I say the future’s within the still point of the mind Where we escape the bounds of earth And break the bonds of time. If somebody asked me to design a religion I would make it aIl about snow. No good or evil and no suffering. Just perfect crystals spinning In ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy. Ooo the weight of the world. Etemal spin. Puts a dent in my shoulder. A burn in my spin. A bum in my spin. Ooo the weight of the world. Etemal spin. Puts a dent in my shoulder. A burn in my spin. A bum in my spin. We dig down in the ocean. Swing up to the stars. We own the moon and the earth. We’re masters of Mars. We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion. We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion.
“Watching Me Fall”
I’ve been watching me fall for it seems like years
Watching me grow small, I watch me disappear
Slipping out my ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes
Yeah slipping out the ordinary me into someone else’s life
Into someone else’s life…
There’s a thin white cold new moon and the snow is coming down
And the neon bright tokyo lights flicker through the crowd
I’ve been drifting around for hours and I’m lost and I’m tired
When a whisper in my ear insatiable breathes
“why don’t you follow me inside?… “
Yeah the room is small, the room is bright
Her hair is black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
Is always young… always young
The night is always young…
Yeah I’ve been seeing them strip to the bone in the mirror on the wall
Seeing her swallow him whole like it’s not me at all
She holds out her hands and I follow her down to my knees
And the sucking inside insatiable smiles
“you will forget yourself in me… “
Yeah the room is small, the room is bright
Her eyes are black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
And the night goes on and on
And the night is always young
And the night is never over and over and over and over and over…
And then it’s gone
And then it’s gone
Yeah then it’s gone…
Yeah it’s a cruel mean cold new day and outside the snow is still coming down
And in the blood red tokyo bed I watch me coming round
She pulled him down for hours
Deeper than I’ve ever been
And as I fall in the mirror on the wall
I’m watching me scream
I’m watching me scream
I’m watching me scream
I’m watching me scream
Yeah I’ve been watching me go for it must be years
Watching me get slow, I watch me disappear
And one day, yeah I know, I won’t come back at all…
And always over and over in his ordinary eyes
I’m watching me fall
I’m watching me fall
I’m watching me fall
I’m watching me fall
-Robert Smith
Now that the pandemic is winding down, there are a lot of plans to make. Still, it’s the unplanned encounters that I miss most.
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