The Old Liar’s Paintings I’ve given up, he said To a friend of a friend But canvases lay stacked Beneath the table, Scattered on the...

It seems so brief a time On a January day You came into the world And bawled in no uncertain way You were here to stay. Now a well-known...

Tom, Tom, our daughter’s son, what and who will you become? It is quite clear that you will be someone quite different from me. On the...

How we get used to things. The tarnished cigarette case Bearing my initials, Grimy in interstices, Tobacco grained from cigarettes Smoked...

Behind the curtain of the trees the throb of drums conveys a meaning, curse or welcome who can say, drums of war or peace or prayer...

Do not question, said the Pope, the God-engendered bang. In the beginning He Was, and so is Now; without Him we are puffs of smoke, all...

To be is to do - Aristotle To do is to be - Sartre Dobe do be do - Frank Sinatra anonymous graffiti So should we then obey what such...

He was no public advocate of Republican or Democrat, Prudently unpolitical he, in the White House privately may have skipped diplomacy....

Some near or distant hot hot day all that lives will burn away, how could they ever fancy that, sage men who thought the earth was flat?...

Rubbish among the tracks, Beneath the trees, Declares the north. Grey sky, long terraces, Vapour from a vent, Crooked black branches...

The tide has not yet swept the littered shingle, Green and red buoys mark the channel, Pitch in scuds of rain. Violet fells Flow west across the quicksand bay; Cranes of Barrow perch on the white sea, Peer at the underglow, pick at the light. This scene for you my father, Harbours no past. Signs drift from meaning; All is grey matter. Images impinge, Do not sink in. The present and the recent, Even now the distant past recede; The rusting dredger calls it a day. Fresh mud clo

Delft in half shadow reposes on water, light and dark clouds sail overhead, the sunlit New Church has an empty belfry, the Old is dark...

You should dump the man named Trump, Make him jump in the nearest sump. When he's on the stump and starts to pump The heart goes bump and...

You paint too fast, said Paul, But Vincent insisted. Speed,Speed is my gift. Look, That blue blur the kingfisher - King .... There, there...

Churchill wanted Sutherland to paint upon his scutcheon glory, power and celebration of a life, of an empire, of a land. But the painter...

The river bank alive with people Seated, standing, mostly thinking Many wtih a prop to handle: Sunshade, flowers, pensive pipedream...