Pearblossom Highway David Hockney 11
-18th April 2nd version 1986
‘Dream of Californication’ The Red Hot Chilli Peppers
How cinematic
The collage sky
Defines - deprives
This must be
California California
The scene. Set.
The character palms
Incidental Joshua trees
Daily detritus
Of the truckers and bikers
Few pass this way
For today at least
The place, kicking back
Seen in its parts
California California
The component parts. Atoms
The character palms
Incidental Joshua trees
Daily detritus
Of the truckers and bikers
Castrol, bud lights, Pepsi,
Here, sand, and sky’s marriage
Accept no strangers
This room is brash
California California
The scene. Set.
The character palms
Incidental Joshua trees
Daily detritus
Of the truckers and bikers
Ahead stop – ahead stop
There is a vanishing point
Ahead stop - ahead somewhere
Else, that will appear
California California
The component parts. Atoms.
Cuadro Grande
The new democracy
David Alfaro Siqueiros 1944 – 45, Palace of Fine Arts, Mexico City
Democracy is the monumental Blossom,
That touches every soul in this
Existential statement. Being and conception
Grows into Its own portrait - into its
own reflection:
The weight of the chains. Smashed!
The moment. Gone! Leaving “FREEDOM”
“FREEDOM” That
taste of freedom so sweet,
So short. In its wake, she can never be
forgotten.
The fire from down below will
Lay silent until another epoch.
The revolution with come again another
Day, as she’s carved in
history.
Her memory will come to the fore
Life the Cuadro Grande freedom too Cuadro
Grande
Metropolis a triptych
1928
Jazz and masks
In the ball of the night, the dancing
Never stops. The brassy air
The brassy women and the brassy
men
Have built the
metropolis
From the senses and wit and
Their predecessors the
energy
Thrusts through the moment’s cel.
Look to your left the old
man
Hobbles along with his
crutch
The eagle of his youth has flown
The light he sees opals in the
eye
They dance along
throbbing
Still with the passion and
Adrenalin of the still living
night
The saga of the metropolis
Those strange collections
Of characters and columns
Long and morphing into
One and another
Their uniqueness as
A collection of birds
of
Paradise. In some ancient
Lost play caught in colour
Jonathan Beale has 400 plus poems published in such journals as:
Decanto, Penwood Review, The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse
Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, Voices of Israel in English,
Miracle-E-zine, Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink
Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl,
Poetry Cornwall, Leaves of Ink, Ariadne’s Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary
Cross, Deadsnakes Review, The Bitchin Kitsch, Poetry by Birkbeck alumnus, The
Dawntreader, I am not a Silent Poet, Pyrokinection, Festival of Language, ‘Don’t
Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney’, Ygdrasil, the Four Seasons Anthology, The
Seventh Quarry and Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology.
He
was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His work
has appeared in such books as Drowning (Scar publications), The Poet as
Sociopath (Scar publications). His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is
published by Hammer & Anvil.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/
He
studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
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