I like William Carlos Williams’ credo ‘no ideas but in things’; and with this in mind I try to look for the beautiful in the everyday, I try to illustrate my ideas about the world with an image, or a series of images.
In my next life, if I could choose, I would come back with the face of Audrey Hepburn, the brain and soul of Allen Ginsburg, the music of Jeffrey Lewis in my fingertips and the entire poetic output of the 20th century committed to memory. Oh, and have Bonnie ‘prince’ Billy as my husband.
P.S Whoever told you that poetry is food for the soul, they lied. It’s more akin to air.
P.P.S The real soul food? Cheese and wine."
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ONE OF TWO POEMS;
Out of his mother’s sewing box
a child pulls felt scraps to his feet
and kicks them into leaves,
he orders buttons into colours,
seeing plastic fruit,
a stash of gold-
Neat skeins unwound into thread walls, next door a
pincushion, rolled plumply into a head.
when it’s hair draws blood.
Pan back, a window- the child a dream.