An Armoured Inkwell

Written for The New English Ballet as part of the Armistice Centenary celebrations, the poem features in the film of a ballet called Remembrance, largely based on the wartime romance of Marie Rambert (my grandmother) and playwright Ashley Dukes (my grandfather). During his time as a cavalry officer in Normandy, he would use the inkwell (pictured above) to write letters to Rambert, who passed it on to me many years later.

No Song – the video

The Amazon Basin is in flames as Emperor Trump gracelessly fiddles, out of tune and out of time, out of sync with the zeitgest and the will of God. How long can such denial be maintained, how long can a madman's head remain buried in burning sand? Here is the video...

Pulling Down The Wheel

'Pulling down the wheel is dangerous' says this sonnet. Which wheel? The wheel of death and rebirth? Are we talking about a ferris wheel, a funfair 'roller'? (There's definitely a whiff of Harry Lime in the air.) Is someone murdered here? I'll leave you to decide...

An Alchemical Perspective

Quite soon our misguided governments will announce a War on Death. Then, having obediently eaten our artificial immortality pills, we will be face-to-face with a nemesis far more dangerous than any traditional narcotic. In ancient China scholars and poets who wanted...

Body of Work published

The first of my forthcoming digital editions, Body of Work is a collection of shorter poems spanning several decades. The idea is that sequences of poems are distributed to different parts of the body; so there are poems of the head, poems of the hands and feet, poems...

Fierce Moon

Imagine a moon out of control, its attraction too great, its gravitational pull so intense that it threatens to destabilize a cosmos! This poem imagines such a moon; it references a romance which almost destroyed a world. Words and music by Aidan Andrew Dun, lunar image by Kerry Barbour.

The Triad in Granary Square

Some time in 2008, when the redevelopment of Kings Cross was green-lighted, I painted two triads from a long poem called The Brill on the walls of soon-to-be-demolished Battle Bridge, a place of very special significance to me. Then the bulldozers moved in. The first...

Honeyland

The poem is dedicated to Cedella Marley Booker  (1926-2008),  the mother of Bob Marley. In her biography, 'Bob Marley, My Son', confessing that times were tough bringing up Bob on her own in the hills of Nine Mile, ‘Ma’ Booker mentions a green mountain-retreat where...

Kandinsky at Dawn

The sky has come down to lie on the grass. A low sun looks on in wonder, sidelong. Pale-blue intersecting ice-kingdoms extend. Someone has patterned the lawn with diamonds. Sapphire worlds flash. Criss-crossed figures coincident heiroglyphs interlink, dazzle....

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