sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams


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I am of my father.

I am of my grandmothers.

I am of my grandfathers.

I am of my mother.

I am of my great grandfather.

I am of my friends.

I am of my friends' families.

I am of my colleagues.

I am of my learners.

I am of the places I have been.

I am of the people I have met.

I have been of many stories.

I have been of many plays.

My sons are my everything.

And thus the jester assumes (behind you!)

My brothers are of me.

My sister is of me.

My aunts and uncles and cousins milleu.

(14th Nov ‘14)

Veil saffron woven dragon fly sheen

Disperse suns light in a pollen haze

Glide to scope of landings 'cross the maze

Greetings tumult hardiness ha' glean

Itching etching outlines charcoal filled

Gold tracery outside blown glass prism

Cross the sky cross the earth prison

Act in act in action shadows played

Nought he claimed rest r'pose encapsuled

Freely eyes feel touched bars gold bars black

Glitter drip glitter drop spray back

Pirouette screwed on body on head

Meal ground bread maid meat chomp champ he's on

Fast rainbow feast medicine cabin

Fast break toe in dock the ship is in

Harbour lilting tilting wears what's on

(16th Mar ‘15)



dimidium facti qui coepit habet

he who has begun has the work half done

I've never forgotten the steady colour

Of the blue sky grey

Or the measured pace of the stream

Its path followed an indeterminate bed

Rocks, plants, muddy sand and

Antagonised attempts at husbandry


Mothers veils fathers shadows