Month: May 2021
Like Water Off A Duck’s Back
…from the Memoirs of Sandria Verisma “Sandria Verisma emerges through one of many trap doors as a properly earthy Hostess.” –Homily Panther, Orkney Times Ah, opera,Circumstantial,Anecdotal,Large emotionOften expressedVulnerably… Orkney Opera, Prokoviev’s Opera, The Fiery Angel. Fellow-apprentices working at a famous East Coast Summer Opera Festival balked at the thought of international opera in Orkney but chalked Learn More
Before The Stage Went Dark
The art in life, the art in politics, and the politics in art. Reflections in retrograde after a performance of Nixon in China at the Edinburgh Festival Theatre, February 2020 Christmas, 1991Paris, France Paris is colder than I imagined. Its bones contain crumhorns and battles, but Paris is a woman, handsome, yet pretty. Despite bold Learn More
touch
touch to be with you there, at that place of long aheadsbut rejected assurances,of declamatory incertitudeincautious and luxuriant, found emptiness brightly blooming. nothing presses nor expectsnor projectswithin our time, within time, within confident un-absolutes,unspoken un-promises,treading lightly forward.that which is tenuous stays fresh.the comfort lies inblind embracesreaching out sleepilyin night-time placestouchonly touch.
The Bones of Trees
The Bones of Trees The split of earth and sky blurs in greys as we tilt toward sunlight and hope. The there and back– slate-coloured, tarmac black. Dogs pull on leads, worn red, crossing streets without caution, but panting smiles. Memorials like seeds, staked by tipping monuments not ours to keep but read. For a Learn More
Sway
What once were todays.A woman, lithe past my body’s comprehension,standing square, yet in imperceptible motion,sways. Her face wears pride and delight,a moment within a moment,a moment gone, yet resonant.Her friends wear smiles equally bright. People were different then,or are we so changed?So angry, so disarranged?How and when? The woman? My mother. Dark brown hair cut Learn More