Calligraphy
On my back she writes
All the sorrow of her days
Covers me in heart-break
Then, she turns me to her
Composes the essence of her joy
Dawn, she leaves quietly
Finding the street’s anonymity
a soothing relief
Her book reads the morning news
And drinks coffee on the deck.
(Image from Peter Greenaway’s movie “The Pillow Book”.)
An Unauthorised Autohagiography 
April 2, 2013 at 2:00 am
Mmmmmmystery…
April 2, 2013 at 2:28 am
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April 2, 2013 at 2:31 am
C’mon – this one’s no mystery –
While Eric Tamm was putting together his musical bio of Brian Eno, “The vertical Colour of Sound”, he was playing the tracks over and over for months. he once remarked to his young daughter “Don’t you love this music? It’s so mysterious” To which the precocious little tyke replied ” TURN IT OFF! It makes me feel like I’m a MYSTERY!” (That’s paraphrased – I haven’t read the book in years.
April 2, 2013 at 2:53 am
Me thinks there is much mystery in this yet….
April 2, 2013 at 2:55 am
But then…I thrive on things that point to other things…I want things to be…just..out…of…reach…
and this is very evocative and leaves me with wonder.
April 2, 2013 at 12:00 pm
Thanks mate and I’m the same.
April 2, 2013 at 4:34 am
Love it!
April 2, 2013 at 12:00 pm
Ta Resonante
April 2, 2013 at 5:58 am
The poem is wondrous all on its own! Love it.
April 2, 2013 at 12:03 pm
š Thanks Jo – the movie is a good un too if you haven’t seen it
April 14, 2013 at 12:04 am
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