7 September 2016

Another Place






One of my own photos, from a few years ago, of a couple of the 100 Iron Men dotted about across several kilometers of Crosby Beach, near Liverpool, more properly known as sculptor Anthony Gormley's installation Another Place. I can be sceptical, rude even, about a lot of modern art - but this one, this one, I could never tire of.
          

Seeing Double


Seeing Double : Tanka Pairs, by Liam Wilkinson, was the only book I took away with me recently, having saved it specifically for that week at the coast, where I would be able to give it the attention it deserves. And so I read, re-read and browsed through it, in an increasingly relaxed state of mind, by a window that looked out onto the marsh, and with a glass of something within easy reach. And what a wonderful volume it is.

Now, you'll know that I like to maintain a (half-serious) stance of being allergic to poetry - but this applies less to tanka and not at all to Liam's work, which I have followed for a number of years. I was quietly thrilled even by his first poem here, by way of introducing himself, as I too am obsessed both with the sea and with Anthony Gormley's iron men on Crosby beach:

another place
I stare out
to sea
with the eyes
of a hundred men

LW

I knew that I was going to be in great company as I settled down with what proved to be a truly excellent collection of beautifully written and elegantly arranged paired tanka.

Seeing Double includes a substantial foreword by Claire Everett and an afterword by Larry Kimmel. If you have an interest in short-form poetry, this is as fine an example as you could wish for. [Here is a link to it on AmazonUK where you can find out more.] Wholeheartedly recommended.

5 September 2016

4 September 2016

slip/chemo


A betting slip in his hand, he tells me he's started chemo

 sept 1
  

ponytail/script


nothing to read . . .

but the text

under her ponytail


aug 28 
   

sherbet/hearse


unwrapping

a lemon sherbet

as the hearse

goes past

 
aug 26 
  

a week of swimming in the sea every day did me a lot of good



 

five lines



 

windswept



 

from the pier to the lighthouse



 

the light / house



 

body/shore


early light

my body

washes up

on the shore


aug 19 
  

tidal/field

 
masts & sails

cut through fields

tidal creek

 
aug 19 
   
boats have their own version of writers block

   

moon/roses


day moon

the highest of

the climbing

white roses


aug 12 
   

red/pink


red valerian

tumbling pink

snail shells


aug 12 
  

butterfly/patch


white butterflies

my head is

a nettle patch

 
aug 12