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No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.

-- Charles Dickens

 

Expression makes us human
repression makes us devils.
Here you will find the undoing of a devil through expression without the fear of limits.

The Jeweller And The Butcher

Posted Wed, 11/08/2010 - 12:35pm by Paul Howard

Another expression following on from Blood Bone and Dinner." This time inspiration comes from the simple statement, "No rings" while we waited for our dinner.

Jewellery is for decoration but in our way we create images for others where "normality" is presented so it is tasteful and acceptable and perhaps a little slice of perfection that society somehow persuades us we must achieve and be.

As always I like the honest blood and bone of the soul, the scars it leaves and not presented gold of an image.


Gold

Honey roasted jewellers windows
lay stones from a starlight harvest

tempt Queens heads from pleated pockets
with preened peacock feathers.

A pied piper in the shop glass,
In the kitchen

another scar brews.

A Moment With A Mistress

Posted Mon, 09/08/2010 - 12:47pm by Paul Howard

I wrote a long time ago a poem called "Mistress" and this is another attempt but at a different angle. Creativity can be liberating but it can also have a higher quality of need where whatever you produce is somehow at the forefront and beyond it there is something - something you really want to get to but somehow it manages to stay a void.

I am notorious for moving on from work to work and perhaps maybe the something beyond the something still eludes me but the desire to find it drives me on, forgetting what I have left behind.


Mistress

Glass cocktails stir in the living room
serve steak with sugar and mustard sauce.

Gloom hangs like dirty windows
sends fake postcards neatly packed on bone white china.

Backward chairs in neglected mirrors
she stands on the seductive stairs,

a wet pot for an impotent pen
to be forgot in the morning rain.

Blood, Bone And Dinner

Posted Thu, 05/08/2010 - 1:03pm by Paul Howard

I went out to dinner last night at The Beau Thai and over a meal had an interesting conversation.

The world is bad place although people generally like to keep it outside their front door and gloss it over to keep their ideal world intact and untainted. Bad things happen to other people. Personally I live in the harsh realities of the world and always have. If you want to know someone then you must understand what makes them and pain is the greatest contributor to what makes a person both positively and negatively.

The following is inspired by the echo from one line spoken to me last night.


Bones

Twine spun in reverse
memories are picked like dandelions

Woman to child we time travel
pick shards of stars from space.

Pleated skirts and baggy jumpers
found like paint and canvas

the words stick like broken glass
chew down to echo.

Special she was,
so he broke her arms

The Weather Man is A Prophet of Doom

Posted Tue, 03/08/2010 - 1:01pm by Paul Howard

I like the rain the way it refreshes the air and brings out the smell of the ground. Lot of people are either indifferent, refrain from going out as they have no desire to get wet or moan when the skies open up like it was their last day on earth ruined. It reminds me sometimes that the world is a beautiful place and subtle wonders are often lost in the mundane mechanics of the city. For some reason the image of staring out a window while it rained outside came to mind this lunchtime.

The following is an expression of rain although it can be read a number of ways. Rain is what you make of it.


Rain

Reflective colour drips
drops inverted snow globes in a hall of mirrors.

Watery bodies morph to fingers
tap on the glass, beckon to play.

Today is not the day they say
and tomorrow, well just stay away.

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