Monday, February 26, 2007

A London haibun

Unable to sleep, I try to reconcile the experiences of the day, to tease out the common threads, to find the pattern hidden in the voices, colours, shapes and motions.

water lilies -
my shadow falls
across the bridge

The exhibition shows impressions of a remote and long departed here and now. A reality which, close up, reveals it's nature in dry pigment.

a glint of gilt
distracted from the picture
by the frame

The play strikes me as more poetic than narrative. Everyone has their view, their opinion of what it's 'really all about'. What is it about for you? What nerves does it touch?

city night
out of the steady drone
a howl

Sunday, February 25, 2007

city night
out of the steady drone
a howl

Saturday, February 24, 2007

a glint of gilt
distracted from the picture
by the frame
water lilies -
my shadow falls
across the bridge

Friday, February 16, 2007

early spring
a snowdrop
face down in the mud

Friday, February 02, 2007

winter almost over
I rewind the film to see
the whiteness
of the actor's costume
up against the skin