broadcast #15

there isn’t anyone

……… there isn’t anyone

……… ……… ……… there isn’t anyone

i can think of none

— small contributions

to the scene – were they kept out?

were they?

is this the truth or an angle?

how will i know where to find them?

it is all so long ago

the web is torn ………

what seemed different was just a version of the same refrain

it is ……… unsatisfying

Responses to Art In Situ.

Here are two short poems, written in response to two different works of art.  The first was written as an immediate response to the ‘window’ part of Anish Kapoor’s Memory at the Guggenheim in New York. The second was written sat in front of Chris Ofili’s painting The Healer at Tate Britain.

I have been doing this on and off for years. I find a work that resonates and then write down my thoughts as a poem. I might tweak it a bit afterwards but essentially what is written here is faithful to what I felt at the time.

I do not read anything about the work until I have written my poem. Sometimes, of course,  it is impossible to approach something well known without already having some information or opinion about it.


Window of darkness-Lack of light

Sucked-in black velvet illusion of infinity

Vacuum of warmth

To crawl in and be forgotten and to forget for a while

In a cocoon of sensory deprivation

Of longing for simplicity

Wipe the slate clean of chalking up experience

Amniotic amnesia

The Healer

Folding up the sun, eating the star

Dark emitting light

Yellow and black

Name above the crown

Hurling gold

Spew as gold

Base material transformed

Mends the whole