delivered while i made the appointment

an early drive to aberystwyth

the days will be lighter,

i will be poorer



yet my teeth will be cleaner

checked and tuned ready

for the summer to come



each one makes a separate       note



i could have written about the holes

in the garden.         that can wait for

another time  &                        place

the appointments carefully

with a clip

the second drawer down

so anyway it all got me thinking about the radio pleas

please those with experience of this or that  ring in

or email us

i understand

yet



i will not





nor write of it



i have radio 4 downstairs and classic fm up

an old place and the signal comes

singular

as do i



i will speak of the joy

a brand new washing machine



after many years of hoping and cajoling

a rusted thing

i like that you speak to me in inches

shows respect



#mygeneration



the radio asked for those with experience in the 80s

mine was in the 60s



i will not participate



with those that deal in disrespect



co op dolgellau



moves the homeless away

makes their own choice



speak out

#mygeneration



not all of us vote the way #theysay

while looking

for

‘i had no idea’

copy/paste

the day away





a little inkling eats a lot

we have two

here



darling

sweetheart





Dictionary
inkling
ˈɪŋklɪŋ/
noun
a slight knowledge or suspicion; a hint.
“the records give us an inkling of how people saw the world”
synonyms: idea, vague idea, notion, glimmering;
sense, impression, suggestion, indication, whisper, suspicion, sneaking suspicion, fancy, hunch;
knowledge, slight knowledge;
hint, clue, intimation, sign, pointer, insinuation, innuendo;
informalthe foggiest/faintest (idea/notion)
“I had an inkling of what was going on”

one small thing may be enough



each day comes layered



some pain persists

slowly





changes



with some interventions



have you heard about the brigands?

looking for a legacy

i find nothing / no words

no comfortable leavings



parting on the wrong side

can be painful



some hide secrets

i do not



we hope you will feel good

about pins

bottle is a short word in varying degrees. a slight one.

can be alleviated with unnecessary treats, curling round in soft places. lift the spirits with little things, be glad it is not a more serious form of the obsession.



bottle

while sleeping i forget your names

on waking

i remember

password for the forum, works at home          transition has been difficult



cold/ frozen the code will not work nor will the counting with interruptions

all things moved about

things were googled yesterday                      now there is an understanding



seasons fit                    a picture is made                              pieces are in place

left on the tray, photographed for all to see



fuss and dress code

if you do not write it down when you think

words will be lost



it can be done without imagination



just look at the cardigan

five buttons

one is different



some things are draining well

while the washing machine

is not



meanwhile the snowdrops bloom

double negative that on translation is

double negative





we cannot win





the result is the same

for all of us unless

you believe





otherwise

he was concerned for my welfare

so we talked about dignity





i have none



they were the first he said

yet i think that was shame





i liked the colour of the room

the neatness

then



someone walked by

. the leybourne. first edition 1954.unsigned.

“Housewives celebrate end of rationing. Fourteen years of food rationing in Britain ended at midnight when restrictions on the sale and purchase of meat and bacon were lifted.”



ingredients.

take

one  fresh small person

a        paper bus ticket

one pair trunks (canned if necessary)

smallish inner tube or rubber ring whichever is available

or is  in season



method



place the person on the bus,               allow to rest

leave for half an hour or until things are  proved



gas mark 4



then



wrap person in trunks       and place into the  prepared ring



if fully set                         float in brine until all becomes spongy

allow to   brown  lightly                     while     floating continues



do not peel



on rising

we have a floating island

he could have lent me white paint & as he spent much of his time telling me

tutors’ commandments

i told him mine



if you have not what you need

use something else

& see what comes of it





if it breaks mend it

put it in exhibition



small things matter

it has been a long time coming, it lasted many years,

now is gone.



all of it, all the straight ideals and weathered work.



who will come laughing?



who else loves rusted nails

reddened eyes?

she seemed to know the end



some years ago  had painkillers

for her neck



prescribed again



how can that be

how will they mend my knee?



a general query yet one sees the possibilities

the logic applied







those without punctuation

may please



yet cannot define the beginning

a steamer

paddled through the waters

off the island     last summer



excited i arrived too early

so did everyone else



we chatted

a  steam veteran

he advised

a seat, i complied



yet



when the paddles turned i left

& leaned the sides with the others

to watch



the waverley move

a beginning
part 1

the words hit our hearts, and sink in to stay, to pledge another stage set, small life…….

part 2

the ending of a tortured love affair
would have been easier

no

i will rather have cold…

part 3

what was there before the nettles? stung, the memory creases with the look of bones. left in air. who was here to write the words on stone, the plaque.

part 4

passed over by accident, the thing ocured naturally, without clerics. without beatitude. given by friendship, yet piety slowly eroded. they come now with learning, holding large words, a different language. the charm now gone,…

part 5

exhale.

Epilogue:

a ragged poem because it’s not focused. the concept is lost in the wrapping.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

she was ever precious

came here first



the others wild

came later



darling

sweetheart



clear open faces

may i have questionnaire for the

homework?

maybe about allergies

like at the dentist



a recipe

a list

of hysterias



laughing hyenas



i do not mind nuts

yet

i dislike liars

some people are more eager to please

more pliable

than others



some keys gets stuck

then the words make

no sense



some days things go awry

we make the best of it



start again with planning

and the handy man. mud

gets muddier as the rain

falls



it feels like constantly



then we forget why we are here

and settled

i planted seeds

of honesty

some of them grew

bakers

cafe



near the works along the high street

traffic free

a treat

while shopping

while  cathedral closed  doors



gained  comfort  further

up the street in morgans

all good fabrics





we thought it had closed

too

are we fading gently?



the sign was  hand written

we need a tv

no witnesses nor mormons

in pencil



i was gone some time

past tense can be horribly traumatic

apprehensive i write this

when all around are wishing well



while you have disappeared



as the trial continues

track six is on repeat again



it is with reservation that i think

these things



aims & opportunities



some say it was cleansing

& they were right.



sbm.

door



dark/ we painted it

all vaguely national

trust



it has been damp & sticks

we kicks

it to open



the old shows through the cracks



sbm.

she had the one/ now i own it

i have many         it is a thing



she said that they invented one

along with numerals & sandals



i think there is a gregorian all

out of date and         chanting



yet



you can’t strain vegetables with those

nor can julian



sbm.

the bear
the tiny hat
came as separate
now together
as gifts

visuals

this morning you came with snow

falling



we know the cars

with snow falling



it is not what we meant

yet



we swapped photographs



blaenau translated

are broken

one way & another

i have tried to mend them

it has proved difficult

on my own



needing help



some are lost

i cannot find them

on my own



can do with help



here

a quiet day, coffee in the square,

some light shopping, a nap.

the evening at the cinema.

it was a french film.

sbm.

today

and

every year you die again

all of you



this year feels good

yet still you die again



all of you



it is damp again

today

i knew you a while

yet

i did not know you



on eating you snapped

at her/ i stepped back



you apologised later



on caring

you snapped



we stepped back some more



is it the programming?

we choose from the two

reactions



we step back  a little further

i have played
dead
on stage
sometimes

it was hard
not to laugh.

the photographer,
the writer, and gatherer.

there you are,

i have been looking for you.

telling me of auschwitz.

a  story of love,

until the bird hit the window,

and died.

lay there, the journey,

till we three,

the writer, the poet and me,

laid it gently,

covered its face.

and we moved on.

sbm.

notes

an iconic building, unexpected.

long day, folding linen,
no pressing involved,
honest work.

long for silence, not with this sound,
yet the pause was part of it.

breaththty, breathing,  clarion call,
whilst the while,  keys, sounds  of mathematics, and that fiddling with the
wires inside, like the turkish man does.

sometimes he wore glasses.

some came with words, standing ready,
proclaiming themselves, their identity,
staged and be yond.

iconic evening, unexpected.

then, i longed for that silence
only found alone.

some things are too special to be discussed.
here.

sbm.

note

. small items .

made without regret,
yet red cotton to
give away on thursday
and saturday evening,

the first word being welsh.

i remind thee, free art,
do not eat me.

we had a meeting yesterday.

fluxus

sbm.

it is said. tick the box.
i have a quiet day here today, preparing, making work.
i have found a freedom with the residency which is very precious.

next week, we shall clean
the cabinets.

relational, it is marked.

synchronised crossing

in orange.

. ghosts.

i tell you this. there are some do not believe
yet will not sleep there, while others will, and some
wish to be invited.
there is one that talks to them,
in the auditorium.

the seats are down.

some photos show nothing,
as does the work, i produce.

yet it means something, if
you go to look.

i tell you this, put on your nicest clothes,
go to the theatre , chase
your  ghosts.

there is nothing to be afeared.

here.

sbm.

small and slightly curious items,
is an artist in residence, here?

glass housed and labelled

ten years ago.

this house is closed, yet

will open at 10 am.

possibly. it varies
different days,
according to the programme.

google calendar.

sbm.


*notes
Cabinets of curiosities (also known as Kunstkabinett, Kunstkammer, Wunderkammer, Cabinets of Wonder, and wonder-rooms) were encyclopedic collections of objects whose categorical boundaries were, in Renaissance Europe, yet to be defined. Modern terminology would categorize the objects included as belonging to natural history (sometimes faked), geology, ethnography, archaeology, religious or historical relics, works of art (including cabinet paintings), and antiquities. “The Kunstkammer was regarded as a microcosm or theater of the world, and a memory theater. The Kunstkammer conveyed symbolically the patron’s control of the world through its indoor, microscopic reproduction.”[1] Of Charles I of England‘s collection, Peter Thomas states succinctly, “The Kunstkabinett itself was a form of propaganda”[2] Besides the most famous, best documented cabinets of rulers and aristocrats, members of the merchant class and early practitioners of science in Europe formed collections that were precursors to museums.

space paced in air.
space quiets each noisy soul
into silent submission.

air humbled the cup, the face
the noise of the days.

the drawing waits
for time, as do all things.

a quiet space.

i took no photograph.

sbm.

would have killed

the washing

in the old days.



only white cotton.



machine on boilies

by mistake,

i fretted over the

red blouse,

with lemon cardigan,

and softis underwear.



oh the miracle of modern fabric,

when the door eventually opened,

i found not red runny,

nor shrunken woolly,

but just  clean washing…..



the miracles of modernity.



sbm.

it has to be said

that

these are my favorite

this year



mainly



collected, worked

at brondanw



#soldjer

it is a tableau.    oh!

made of moles. he

is a taxidermist

his partner works the pound shop

i hear.



all are around a manger



we have moley the ****** with molef,

angel moliel, the black winged one, little

baby molus

asleep in some hay



we three moles,  best thing ever



moleperds watching stuff at night



on e bay or view it in the shop



they call it a nativity. molivity.



oh!



tableau



. moles .



(so my timeline is  now advertising moles…..hahaha)

explorers do not really need fancy notebooks.



need a  tin compass,   in a box, quite cheap.

It is an interesting thing, the paper the string.

. light bulbs, cotton hankies .
all things are useful, bulbs
bring light , denote ideas,
good intentions, spent,
collected.
cotton hankies, frayed hold the books,
yet those with nylon, stretch the skin
resulting in red and soreness.

shy away from dangerous commodities,
use the best, those tradtional artefacts
which are gentle on your soul, bring light.

wipe your nose clean.

sbm.

today we have added notes for your interest.

A HANDKERCHIEF (also called handkercher or hanky) is a form of a kerchief, typically a hemmed square of thin fabric that can be carried in the pocket or purse, and which is intended for personal hygiene purposes such as wiping one’s hands or face, or blowing one’s nose. A handkerchief is also sometimes used as a purely decorative accessory in a suit pocket. When used as an accessory to a suit, a handkerchief is known as a POCKET SQUARE. There are a wide variety of ways to fold a pocket square, ranging from the austere to the flamboyant.

The material of a handkerchief can be symbolic of the social-economic class of the user, not only because some materials are more expensive, but because some materials are more absorbent and practical for those who use a handkerchief for more than style. Handkerchiefs can be made of cotton, cotton-synthetic blend, synthetic fabric, silk, or linen.

Historically, white handkerchiefs have been used in place of a white flag to indicate surrender or a flag of truce; in addition to waving away sailors from port. King Richard II of England, who reigned from 1377 to 1399, is widely believed to have invented the cloth handkerchief, as surviving documents written by his courtiers describe his use of square pieces of cloth to wipe his nose.

suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.

looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of colour by the white.

walked down to find a new grave.

then, i tidied yours.

you, who disliked a touch of red.

sbm.

. a touch of red .

suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.

looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of colour by the white.

walked down to find a new grave.

then, i tidied yours.

you, who disliked a touch of red.

sbm.

. dream .

dressed in nightly surrender
i dreamed the dress in white,
tho silked in red.
blood ran loose on crumpled paper,
hung.

there is an art cafe
on saturday.

i cannot
hang the clothes
for fear of disrupting
the act.

i dream of drawing
that which you will not
see.

sbm

. a private view .
let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.

that is you and me. two of us
dancing in the dark. it came
and went,

quickly.

will come again
in autumn, then

all can see.

this time,
it was a
private view.

sbm.