poetry to fight with
A poem for strength- a great source to draw from- use it. Piss Factory by Patti Smith Sixteen and time to pay off I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week But it’s a paycheck, Jack. It’s so hot in here, hot like Sahara You could faint in the heat But these bitches are just too lame to understand Too goddamned grateful to get this job To know they’re getting screwed up the ass All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium And the way they suck hot sausage
The Real Van Gogh; The Artist and His Letters- at the Royal Academy of Arts
For the entire summer, my sister and I harped on about how we had to see the Vincent Van Gogh exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts, and finally on Saturday, the second to last day of this fantastic exhibition, we managed to get our wits about us and joined the queue to see his work and letters. The rooms were packed with elbows and hot bustling bodies as we wedged our way into the gaps between people, we were thankful for being small. Grabbing my sister’s bag I held onto her as she dragged me more carelessly then I
Lewes to Plumpton
When the weather is beautiful and my mind needs clearing for the work in hand, there is nothing like taking one’s self to the countryside which is what Mr Cranmer and I did yesterday. We made our way to Lewes, Sussex to walk along the South Down’s way. We know the town quite well now as we’ve been a few times, it’s somewhere I like to go to feel closer to the steps of Virginia Woolf. The land, rolling hills and hidden tracks offer the mind to wonder beyond the body. As you push your legs, your body
Cyprus- Part Two
Cyprus│ Freedom to LearnPart Two (published in “Avrupa” newspaper) From a young age, I recall my father telling my sister & I, all my friends and their parents and any other human that we made contact with, that all you had to do was kick your foot in the sand and you would unearth a piece of pottery. He was right. The island’s rich history awaits man on all levels, weather it is in glass case holding Ajax’s horse, or the Castle walls of Famagusta designed by Leonardo da Vinci where Othello’s tower can be found, wherever one looked, history
Cyprus – PART ONE
Cyprus│ Land: ReturningPart One (published in ‘Avrupa’ newspaper) Love hath an island,And I would be there;Love hath an IslandAnd nurtureth thereFor men the Delights The beguilers of careCyprus, Love’s island;And I would be thereAt Paphos she dwelleth,And I would be there.At Paphos she dwelleth,And wealth cometh there.Afloat with the kissesThat Ocean doth bearFrom the hundred streams Like a shower unfurledOf the Rainless RiverBorn out of the world;There are the hil-sidesOn earth most fair,Pierian hill-sides,And melody there,The voice of the Nine,Is borne on the airOver the hill-sides,For Heaven is thereWith spirits divineAnd shining of fire;And there are the Graces,And there is
Kew Gardens
Peter and I paid a visit to Kew Gardens a couple of weeks ago, and although the daffodils hadn’t opened yet, there was an abundance of beautiful Snow Drops. The greenhouses/conservatories were beautiful, hot and brimming with life, and the grounds a delight to walk across. I bought the pretty green plant pot from the gift shop and placed my orchid into it… I brought a little part of Kew home with me. The photo in the background is of my father in the 70’s I like to keep it in front of me while writing, I find it inspiring.
Souvenance- Gertrude Stein (February 3, 1874 – July 27, 1946)
“Gertude Stein 1905-1906″ Pablo Picasso “A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears” Gertrude Stein
Strange Creatures: Artists & Writers under the Microscope
Literature │Strange Creatures Artists & Writers under the Microscope (published in Avrupa newspaper) Fellow reader, do you ever wonder what a writer or artist is doing whilst producing his latest masterpiece? Do you truly imagine them sitting at a desk in front of a window, gazing longingly with pondering expressions across their faces? What if you were to find out otherwise? This week we delve straight into the wonderful and truthful, albeit strange lives of some of our greatest writers & artists, here are just a few. Alexander Dumas the great writer of The Count of Monte Cristo and The
Poem of the day – Janet Frame
Oh, how I love new discoveries, and this week’s discovery for me is the wonderful poetry written by Janet Frame. A dear old friend gave me a copy of Janet Frame’s “Storms Will Tell” and I fell in love instantly, and today’s poem of the day is Frame’s “How I began Writing” How I began Writing 1 Between myself and the pine trees on the hill Thoughts passed, like presents. Unwrapping them, I found words that I, not trees, knew and could afford: lonely, sigh, night. the pines had given me my seven-year self, but kept their own meaning in
William Blake at Bunhill Fields Burial Ground
It’s all at once a curious desire to visit the grave of a long ago artist, yet it is not; which is why I finally went to visit Defoe, Bunyan but most importantly, Blake at Bunhill Fields Burial Ground. Above his memorial stone is a beautiful fruit baring fig tree, and above his actual sit of his burial is an incredible tree, perfectly one with nature, I wonder if angels venture there. William Blake’s memorial stone the Fig tree above Blake’s stone The tree that Blake was actually buried under Bunyan Bunyan Bunyan The Pilgrim’s Progress from This World to
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