John Fitzpatrick. About New China, the Koreas, Myanmar, Thailand, and also about Japanese and Chinese writers and poets. The main emphasis is on North Asia and the political tectonics of this very important, powerful, and many-peopled area.
Friday, 7 June 2013
Van Morrison - Astral Weeks (1968) Full Album/This'll Do
Richard Davis on bass. A total entrainment 'based' upon the bassist's skill. beautiful science
About My Love Poems
The amazing thing I find about my love poems, written quite awhile back,and dedicated to such deeply important young, sexy, brilliant womanly loving sensitive beings at the time, is that I can't now remember who they were, their names, or what they looked like at all.
But then, the function and purpose of memory isn't to recall anything in detail, the function of memory is to ensure the rememberer's survival.
Poem About Being In Love With an Artist: "Mr Guggenheim has much to answer for..." 1992
Mr Guggenheim has much to answer for
Kandinsky's wheel
is turning in the sky
like a moon with spokes.
a small blonde child climbs
from your pocket
and nestles under your chin
safe
warmed
you feel the breathing
you sense her lightness
and her depth
her sleep is the shape
of your eyes
her dream is the music
of your voice
my heart is the coloured stream
of her curving love
and my heart is within you
I want it back.
Kandinsky's wheel
is turning in the sky
like a moon with spokes.
a small blonde child climbs
from your pocket
and nestles under your chin
safe
warmed
you feel the breathing
you sense her lightness
and her depth
her sleep is the shape
of your eyes
her dream is the music
of your voice
my heart is the coloured stream
of her curving love
and my heart is within you
I want it back.
Poem: Flying Fish: 1976
Flying Fish 1976
Skates teem
across the hard silver ocean
high clouds flatten upwards
towards the tight sun
and we
from a crag between niches
discuss
the lust of form.
one of my most favourite poems I wrote in 1982 AQUAMARINE
AQUAMARINE
the skin of apricots
float in these pools of summer.
afternoon warmth filters the bay.
routine bodies sigh
in an idyll of smoothed senses fed aquamarine.
weightlifters lift the white beach
and svelte bright nippled women lie back,
orgasmic brown-gold,
entering their inner temples
of the gull-tongued shimmers of bliss.
the children are either
bones or complete
and splash in the blue tide
like sticks, or like pink jelly.
he lies back thinking of sex with a woman
who is the colour of sand and biscuit and silk.
he glances across the white beach
for some sexed creature
he can no longer invent
nor less require
in the brass glare of summer's nakedness.
the answer of the sea
is the slapping of water on wood
and this could last forever
could could
in the shallows of the play
the way love could
could could
the hollow boats rock and talk in the bay.
the skin of apricots
float in these pools of summer.
afternoon warmth filters the bay.
routine bodies sigh
in an idyll of smoothed senses fed aquamarine.
weightlifters lift the white beach
and svelte bright nippled women lie back,
orgasmic brown-gold,
entering their inner temples
of the gull-tongued shimmers of bliss.
the children are either
bones or complete
and splash in the blue tide
like sticks, or like pink jelly.
he lies back thinking of sex with a woman
who is the colour of sand and biscuit and silk.
he glances across the white beach
for some sexed creature
he can no longer invent
nor less require
in the brass glare of summer's nakedness.
the answer of the sea
is the slapping of water on wood
and this could last forever
could could
in the shallows of the play
the way love could
could could
the hollow boats rock and talk in the bay.
my poem from 1983: Halcyon Street, Cessnock, NSW
Halcyon Street Cessnock New South Wales 1983
the houses in Halcyon Street
are made of old wood.
in summer the tin roofs warp up into the sun.
children play here and there
in their safe yards
or in their safe streets
or in the safe yards of others.
Halcyon Street is quiet by night.
The miners hold the miners' wives
and love them
or beat them
or manage between.
even by day
the street is quiet.
the miners are mining the dark
and the wives are mute.
it is only the children
playing here and there
in their yards
in their streets
or in the yards of others
that make a sound.
Van Morrison - Madame George.mpg/who else could get away with singing: the love that loves to love the love that loves to love the love that loves to love the love that loves to love.....this is Krishna Tantra Mindfulness Entrainment in a Pop Song! It's beautiful, and it's a song about a Trans-sexual, about buying her cigarettes and matches at the shops, and about a Drug Raid. It's beautiful Tantra.
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