Archive for February 10th, 2013

10/02/2013

The Night I Saw “Babette’s Feast”

 

On Brighton beach I watched the birds

Form dark aurora round the pier.

The sunset burned their patterned swirls

As afterglow across my mind.

 

I watched them as they sucked the light,

And dragged it down beneath the waves,

And when the neon broke their spell,

A lonely soul, I left the sea.

 

I went to watch a late night film.

The cinema smelled old and cold.

I drifted through a dreamlike meal,

In darkness tasted beer and bread.

 

A solitary watcher blind:

A film as still as life and time.

 

 

response to the film Babette’s Feast, and to art house cinemas.

 

 

 

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10/02/2013

The Hound of the Baskervilles

 

Around St Petersburg the fog

Is emanating tales of fear.

Its rotten stench has howled for years,

It spreads malignant myths of death.

 

The truth behind the curse is raw,

A void as deep as Russian steppes,

Where generations wait for word

Of riches mired as feudal hordes.

 

Those truths are never glimpsed for long:

They’re flashed as fugitives of code,

They’ll raise their dues and feed the hounds,

They’ll drag all wayward souls beneath.

 

The bleakest marsh has tales to tell:

For all around they’re tales of hell.

 

 

response to the film Приключения Шерлока Холмса и доктора Ватсона: Собака Баскервилей (The Hound of the Baskervilles): the version directed by Igor Maslennikov

10/02/2013

The Draughtsman’s Contract

 

The mirror carp outlive us all:

The monarchs, heirs and breeding mares.

The moat is thick as Irish blood,

It laps the brutal sandstone walls.

 

The clues are strewn across the fields,

And scattered out beyond these isles.

The desecrated arts of love

Can claim their ownership of graves.

 

Each day the gardens yield their fruit:

The murders, pomegranates, limes.

Exotic cultures lust for growth,

And envy is an ancient crop.

 

He goes where fame and money lead:

To shame and torture, birth and blame.

 

 

response to the film The Draughtsman’s Contract

 

 

10/02/2013

The Barn Owl

 

Defying earth and air and moon.

An essence made of sky and flight:

Your every silent bob and feint

Will stop a heart, or still the dew.

 

Defy mechanics, vault the clouds,

And shatter every shackled thought.

You see through roots, through night, through time,

And fly on questions, drift on mist.

 

Defy the senses, hide in sight,

You hear the elements combine.

You are the opposite of weight,

You are the miracle they missed.

 

Defying life’s fragility,

You scream impossibility.