The Triad in Granary Square

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

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

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....

Shackleton

Shackleton

An explorer lost at the pole, searching for the world’s axis ship crushed in grinding ice sees no morning till a distant summer raises the sun from dark months. Imagine that returning light as mystics decribe warm rays shining into separation from a supernatural face...

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