The Essence of Ambiguity

The Essence of Ambiguity

This sonnet is addressed to a sick Blakean rose. I had been looking into the mysterious subject of indole, that fecal essence which haunts the biosphere. In concentration indole has the most horrific fragrance but in homeopathic amounts it smells flowery and...

No Song – the video

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

'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

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...

Fierce Moon

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

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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