Wyldstyle Digital Soundscape out now

Poetic Digital Soundscape created by Cloud District (Arthur Malysev) http://clouddistrict1.bandcamp.com/track/wyldstyle   With special thanks to Carl Mills on guitar. http://soundcloud.com/carleoe Based on my poem Wyldstyle http://www.blueleadprojects.com/wyldstyle/ Where shall we go next?

528 Hertz (Love Frequency)

I knew who I was this morning but I’ve changed a few times since then. In need of cellular regeneration, I asked for help and she came. …I’ve been working out what mouths are for Elusiveness, (that is) the inverse of obsessionality Mouths learn to kiss This kiss, is a story in miniature, A subplot. Read More …

Blood Red

Author’s Note (The poet sits at a table. There are two vases, one containing white Roses and one transparent glass vase containing blood, liver and a heart of animal meat.) The heart, when charged with Love, Has an energy field 5000 times greater than the human brain. By looking in his eyes, she could hear Read More …

The Zen of Lego

   (for Kobi Tiger-Ray) I wanna be a Lego man And drive my Lego car Round my Lego city Go cruising girls in bars I wanna wear my Lego bling My big hair and me’ chains I’ll wear my head on back ta’ front Still look good if it rains I wanna be a Lego Read More …

Aesthetic Intercourse

Click on image to enlarge. Aesthetic Intercourse  2013Inktense pencils on painted calico, 95cm x 32cm Based on a Seventeenth Century Arabian ornament design originally found on painted pottery, this adaptation weaves studies of flowers and leaves through Lombardic elaborated Versals. Hanging on Every Word, Halifax Minster (July –Sept 2013)

Abraxas

A= is our exterior world U= is our inner world (dream world) M= is your dreamless sleep (it is pure mind…)                                          AUM When life deals you a shock, turn the bass up. So thank you, your lessons; It changes any pain to gain For if we focus on our creative capacity We can change Read More …

Wyldstyle

(In honour of Jay Griffiths; an assemblage poem from Wild, Chapter 1) The forest was a fiddler, Wickedly good, Eyes intense and Shining with a fast dance. This was the calling, the vehement, irresistible demand of the feral angle- to take flight.  I was looking for the will of the wild. expressed in elemental vitality, Read More …