Starlings murmurate against the sun A thousand birds moving as one Patterns that end as soon as begun Butterflies spread wings to fly Dance for a day, flourish and die A lifetime lived in the blink of an eye Sun comes up since the dawn of time Always the same but always sublime Colours of…
Van Gogh was a Dutch painter. His parents were very disapproving of his becoming an artist and he survived by the financial support given him by his brother Theo. He studied art, firstly in Netherlands and later in Belgium, before he finally headed to France. He met many of the Impressionist painters in France, and…
Light is soft And all things touched by gold Magic rays diffuse To create throughout a malleable haze A light you can hold in your hand And squeeze til drops of richness run through your fingers The earth is bathed With a greater wealth than any coin As a gold sky overlooks A glowing land…
Inside is an infinite recursion A fractal of thought folding in and in and inwards, forever Lost in the echoing chambers of me, myself and I I begin to dissolve, to disappear Soon not even I will inhabit this fortress of solitude And it will stand dilapidated and abandoned So, it is time to find…
When I was a kid, we read books by the author AA Milne, “Winnie the Pooh”, “The house at Pooh Corner”, “When we were very young” and “Now we are six”. Disney currently owns the rights to Winnie the Pooh and friends, so many youngsters these days might be more familiar with the characters via…
I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…
A happy accident, that’s what they call it When circumstances and fate align To make something wonderful A one-in-a-million chance That will never come again I left my home late one night The time and weather were right as I happened to look up at a clear sky with not a cloud to obscure the…
MC Escher (1898-1972) was a Dutch artist, who made mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs, and mezzotints. Many traditional art critics find his work ‘too intellectual’. I love his work because it’s endlessly interesting, and I sometimes think that critics have a somewhat narrow view of what can define art. He makes use of mathematical constructs, geometrical…
In my dreams I keep losing things Walking along and suddenly I realise I don’t have my handbag I did have it, but it’s like I just put it down and walked away So now I retrace my steps in panic Looking frantically for the handbag With the purse and the money and my driver’s…
The other night I watched the 2017 film of “Murder on the Orient Express”. This is not a review of that movie. It just got me thinking about an aspect of the story that younger me, reading the Agatha Christie novel and watching the earlier film, did not consider. And it’s a powerful one. There…
Eclectic Assemblage 