I don’t know about you but I have a terrible habit of stumbling across poems, buying the book and then ignoring it forever. Well, now that we’re in lock-down I have decided to take down a volume of poetry every day and spend and hour reading. I will then post a poem on this website.
My love, my rose,
my journey across the Polish plain has begun:
I’m a small boy happy and amazed
a small boy
looking at his first picture book
Letter from Poland
Translated by John Berger
I have been going through some of my old work and this is fittingly elegiac.
A painting in ten canvases after a short collaboration with a poet in Deptford and reading The Duino Elegies of Rilke. It was an almost impossible task. The poems are so dense and full of imagery which is not really what I do in my paintings. I did notice, however, that the only colour mentioned is brown. This gives an immense feeling of density to the poems, they feel massive. It is curious how just the the words for colours create a feeling of lightness and transparency.