tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21194784974541953832024-03-13T13:34:10.082-07:00Alexandar's HippocampusRichard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-53874992253109548762009-07-19T09:57:00.000-07:002009-07-21T07:09:03.944-07:00CHANGING INTERVALS BETWEEN BEATS.<div><br /></div>This afternoon the moors have all but released<div>Recent rain into the come-again gullies</div><div>Feeding streams. The waterfall is hitting</div><div>A river in spate, white sound punctuated only by</div><div>The belch of a singular wave breaking persistently,</div><div>Un-predictably, against the flow. It is this quirk</div><div>That gives the water a time signature I </div><div>Cannot discern, let alone explain in word or number.</div><div>Intervals are variable, so the beat has no pattern,</div><div>But it's inadequate to call this random.</div><div>Better speculate these changes are immeasurable,</div><div>Although not permanent.</div><div><br /></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-84025812026273876092009-07-14T12:32:00.000-07:002009-07-14T12:39:25.721-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6RjMh7yhoZ-AwDDuBfgugrQ0SMG08OnalWKwqexppNLRVEAixqypB1Uums1NAiLv5pdifegFdQ-KzO-WY9yM36_F34WnD_FhC4mJNvgIR5MQ_wA02FV3c2iuQcW4aV96DGrFlH-1TU5E/s1600-h/P1000044_2_2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6RjMh7yhoZ-AwDDuBfgugrQ0SMG08OnalWKwqexppNLRVEAixqypB1Uums1NAiLv5pdifegFdQ-KzO-WY9yM36_F34WnD_FhC4mJNvgIR5MQ_wA02FV3c2iuQcW4aV96DGrFlH-1TU5E/s400/P1000044_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358402562204111858" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-18077215695711141242009-07-06T09:43:00.000-07:002009-07-07T02:44:34.285-07:00SO THIS IS YOU<div><br /></div><div>Here are you whose fringe is</div><div>Split off-centre, resting on top of</div><div>Square spectacles. When your fingers press</div><div>It is as if plainsong drifts into me.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Try not to talk.</span></span></div><div>Some things are so good it is not</div><div>Possible to know when they have stopped.</div><div>The song passes through itself</div><div>On the way back.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Let go of thoughts.</span></span></div><div>Each touch an echo of one</div><div>That went before a time I</div><div>Can't be sure about. This quiet</div><div>Is your voice.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Enjoy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-82250876918401213242009-06-28T08:31:00.000-07:002009-07-07T07:04:51.675-07:00THE LOCK GATES ARE NOT PERFECT.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Listen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Theirs is the language of barleytwist</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Water arcing for a lifetime. Only a</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Pitter-patter after a boat's been through,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A slapping and a clapping of hands</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When the lock is filled, still and ready.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cool.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-76240842170412329602009-06-20T04:55:00.000-07:002009-07-07T02:43:56.268-07:00DAVID AND HIS GRANDSON<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><div><br /></div>David stropped the chisel on the heel of his hand,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Saying, a dull blade has a shine along its rounded edge.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The keenest blade has an edge the eye cannot see.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Let me look</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">His god was at the edge without shine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Of David's chisel during moments when shavings curled,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And wood took on another form.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I can smell where you have cut it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">A collector bought the finished chair without</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">First sitting on it. He could not decide whether his god</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Was David or the chair.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">That man would enjoy your job.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-2747705189199462892009-06-16T06:15:00.000-07:002009-06-16T06:19:20.344-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMpOWim8TBNxr7VacHPcQ_l-afUIIYsLON76jKVby1S91Ahyphenhyphenhvpusub-uQHKa4LZ27uFD_B9E-MaC95PpY8POZnXHzYYVaHmZeSL_V3Styq1N7AWbeKuIDyvYERy9LhJl2nXzZ6VwjjcZ/s1600-h/P1000031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMpOWim8TBNxr7VacHPcQ_l-afUIIYsLON76jKVby1S91Ahyphenhyphenhvpusub-uQHKa4LZ27uFD_B9E-MaC95PpY8POZnXHzYYVaHmZeSL_V3Styq1N7AWbeKuIDyvYERy9LhJl2nXzZ6VwjjcZ/s400/P1000031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914310920165666" border="0" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-21569404852275356072009-06-08T09:34:00.000-07:002009-07-04T08:05:32.884-07:00REDSOUND<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Red diesel train makes exactly the right sound. Or perhaps</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The note is colouring my visual perception? I hear before seeing, even though</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Light travels faster. At water level sight is on the lowest</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fenland horizontal. Any bed of reeds can get in the way. But a blare</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Travels the sky that joins me to it. So can a locomotive's multi-media signal</span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Seem</span><span> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to contradict the law of physics.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But what do I know? I'm only a poet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-22202597937436606972009-06-05T00:45:00.000-07:002009-07-04T08:06:12.428-07:00BRIGID<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Appearing on my blog, shaking<br />Me rigid<br /><br />With delight.<br />How did you get here? Not by Easy-Jet<br />I bet. They don't have such<br />Certain flight.<br /><br />Ah yes. Your canary wings helped<br />You bridge it,<br /><br />That divide.<br />It's possible to connect by AM,<br />Using E. Show him this poem,<br />He'll confide.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-84443260796240380472009-06-03T08:39:00.000-07:002009-07-06T02:29:52.031-07:00RUBBLE BUBBLE<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><div><br /></div>tram line<br />what a climb<br />silver track<br />spotty pavement<br /><br />blue board<br />pointing north<br />tell me more<br />wheremy going?<br /><br />to the tate<br />though it’s late<br />yes yes<br />in a taxi<br /><br />lady fat<br />plastic mac<br />yellow wellies<br />talking quickly<br /><br />tell me please<br />is this cab<br />going my way<br />i should think so<br /><br />empty building<br />very dusty<br />flaky flooring<br />very musty<br /><br />fanny window<br />metal frame<br />olive water<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">rubble bubble<br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">rubble bubble<br />rubble bubble<br />rubble bubble<br />rubble bubble</span><br /><br />ham salad<br />very nice<br />cuppa coffee<br />sugar n spice<br /><br />bred n jam<br />lick yer knife<br />bath yer kids<br />kiss the wife<br /><br />watch the box<br />box of trix<br />put the cat out<br />smiles n lix<br /><br />have a pee<br />go to bed<br />rest your weary<br />weary head </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-26352776093070368662009-05-26T07:53:00.000-07:002009-06-19T12:54:12.726-07:00PLAYING IT SAFE<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I recall our time so often we are always</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fresh thoughts in the making.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Is it the same with you? Believing so</span><span> i</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">s heaven.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But we are constructing myths by</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Looking back. A meeting now might emphasise</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The difference between faded prints and</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Twelve megapixel images.</span><span> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Best wallow</span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In nostalgia.</span><span> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It never fails.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-68147885846895387582009-05-15T06:35:00.000-07:002009-06-16T06:37:40.559-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfltj-rFkQnNcezeIhmLDXXtmNMXufGFZwhQ8Dx0T4LHRqqloL0gt_YH7gRzkUpHU20wpOgIcyDkvSJPPDeoWCbVmUAPAoW2t0ddxJy1NC2OhZ7aSCanaqjGH1o75yWdvFUGaqcmEV2RfU/s1600-h/P1000029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfltj-rFkQnNcezeIhmLDXXtmNMXufGFZwhQ8Dx0T4LHRqqloL0gt_YH7gRzkUpHU20wpOgIcyDkvSJPPDeoWCbVmUAPAoW2t0ddxJy1NC2OhZ7aSCanaqjGH1o75yWdvFUGaqcmEV2RfU/s400/P1000029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347919105867572530" border="0" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-76054826940853398522009-04-28T06:08:00.000-07:002009-04-28T06:11:09.621-07:00CANAL POEM NUMBER ONE<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Somewhere beyond complacent lock gates a leaf detaches</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">From its tree, and ceases to be a consumer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There is no sacrifice involved, only progress.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Stubbing's glossed curve awaits the kiss gentle enough</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Not to cause a ripple. Soon decomposition and enrichment.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So will today's water become next year's summer wine.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So will we advance by being still.</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-49436930418818221762009-04-07T07:30:00.000-07:002009-06-23T11:53:21.057-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzZlpp8Orv4huzkFcmuQ2t6HYodylIxKri2CnHomMrvrjAVB0PSlb45TZRf4Xa5wbl4p30IYjAgyPgnkSOw7GJGDCVGEOIvtg_7qYT6ElFY_Le6h0lSHkkFT7jS_PA0Bm9W4DWS8TOco6/s1600-h/P1000019.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzZlpp8Orv4huzkFcmuQ2t6HYodylIxKri2CnHomMrvrjAVB0PSlb45TZRf4Xa5wbl4p30IYjAgyPgnkSOw7GJGDCVGEOIvtg_7qYT6ElFY_Le6h0lSHkkFT7jS_PA0Bm9W4DWS8TOco6/s400/P1000019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350531667203111442" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-34522446817380449742009-04-06T07:57:00.001-07:002009-06-28T13:09:07.270-07:00CHOICE<span style="font-family:times new roman;">(Dedicated to the memory of R.S. Thomas)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Only a lifetime's patience and respect</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Might realise a worthy tilth, allow the</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Momentory opening of truth's flower.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Worth the wait, I believe.</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-19339401155303046252009-04-03T01:25:00.000-07:002009-07-20T12:08:31.080-07:00HOW TIME BEHAVES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN AND A CERTAIN KIND OF EPILEPTIC SEIZURE<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div><br /></div>There was this loop.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In the pointillist drizzle of a Todmorden day</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">People wearing weekday clothes moonwalked by</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Burnley Road, drifted on the tarmac rivers making</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The park rhyme.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There was this loop.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There was this loop.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There was this loop.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There w.......</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The returning view through speckled window</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Did not have its previous charm, but I noticed the bus had</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Moved further along its route. "Much cheaper</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Than watching at art movie." was my thought</span>.<div><br /></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-76830350887132267442009-03-11T02:31:00.000-07:002009-07-10T04:29:23.825-07:00JAZZ CAME FIRST<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><div><br /></div>The Big Bang was merely a spasm<br />In the drummers right foot. Warming up<br />for a performance to turn space inside out.<br />Sparks from cymbals each creating gravity.<br />A universe from every beat in an endless groove.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Wow!</span> Here comes the melody.</span><div><br /></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-47423089678641252832009-03-06T08:51:00.000-08:002009-07-10T04:30:47.386-07:00THE JEAN'S GENES<span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's official. Straight from Downing Street.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A mother has given birth to a son with five brass belly buttons.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The mite inherited his father's Levi genes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Complaints about the misuse of a press briefing should</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Be emailed to Jon Snow.</span></span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-83841151355837560922009-02-16T08:12:00.001-08:002009-02-16T08:17:41.188-08:00IN TRANSIT<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Six hangers tap each other as the door closes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It is good to have arrived where blandness can't distract me</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">From the timely quiet of my senses.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I can sigh, look down at the car park, and</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No dormant messages of scorn are strong enough to surface.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Which bed? Shrug. Coffee? Tea? Downstairs for a beer?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The shower hisses at incompetence.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tick, Tick, Tick. The radiator speaks, but has no alarm</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to warn of its power to scorch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here there is only the present. My environment has nothing left to say.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And tomorrow's goodbyes will be the offhand tappings of the hangers.</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-84682755269144713242009-02-16T07:40:00.000-08:002009-06-28T06:47:48.224-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWCpkjOIykcLJlXRvLw0YubQ3a4yBFx9n20-FeVX8jGY4tQ4uYSxvIpFioiyzU4Lckw1x8CqpfB_XYvdz-mhwndV2JDi4bmNOaDEF3Grq4LMPm8bUV7O9B0kZud2scwv47L2JwIQCxVP7/s1600-h/P1000006_2_2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWCpkjOIykcLJlXRvLw0YubQ3a4yBFx9n20-FeVX8jGY4tQ4uYSxvIpFioiyzU4Lckw1x8CqpfB_XYvdz-mhwndV2JDi4bmNOaDEF3Grq4LMPm8bUV7O9B0kZud2scwv47L2JwIQCxVP7/s320/P1000006_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352374488317996402" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-79133436334004281222009-02-16T03:33:00.000-08:002009-06-28T03:39:40.932-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0o7tR6sYZXfIQNNgNFBWAkhSTX8QeCGODYJEh4KaHDyIy8e7-SqlUi07t3A7H0PuBNfl9QIdSRveDrSX9SHagD7fiNDZdPHaEH69VDwpH1jvnZtR8BWq8SF5OPQCq3OMSw5WnCqgerjBE/s1600-h/P1000023.JPG"><img style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0o7tR6sYZXfIQNNgNFBWAkhSTX8QeCGODYJEh4KaHDyIy8e7-SqlUi07t3A7H0PuBNfl9QIdSRveDrSX9SHagD7fiNDZdPHaEH69VDwpH1jvnZtR8BWq8SF5OPQCq3OMSw5WnCqgerjBE/s320/P1000023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352324522269916418" /></a>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-64256904932296480202009-02-05T06:14:00.000-08:002009-02-05T06:16:05.796-08:00CAROL<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Coming to the embrace of my consciousness </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">when she chooses, texturing the air with stories.</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-34953507467359118312009-01-31T08:27:00.000-08:002009-01-31T08:31:35.318-08:00PASSING STRANGERS<span style="font-family:times new roman;">There is this hollow with trees underlit<br />by the canal reflecting.<br /><br />And past me on the towpath comes a woman<br />in embroidered flares, all sunburn<br />and buttocks<br />and velvet hat,<br />and she swings<br />and sways<br />and flaps her hands<br />and treads a line<br />like a catwalk model with an appetite,<br />and nobody to please except herself<br />and her reflection<br />and me. Astonished.<br /><br />Who cares where she is going<br />and why<br />and whom to meet</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and the appointed time?</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-75912629583581904462009-01-27T11:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:02:01.428-08:00DESCENDING<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Pantomime trees drift past each other,<br />Dwellings stacked up the valley’s north side.<br /><br />There are no shadows in the noon sun flattening roofs,<br />Starbursting from a window, immunising me against reason.<br /><br />I swing one leg past the other down this friendly pavement.<br />Can you hear the scuffing of my jeans?</span>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-26432136411045392772009-01-27T10:55:00.000-08:002009-07-06T02:33:37.442-07:00BOSSAYesterday's waterfall was paradiddles on peat,<br />Soggy backbeat.<br /><br />Today is raining fit to flood. The moors are<div>Storing enough to release another rhythm.<br /><br />Perhaps tomorrow will play bossa nova,<br />That I would die for.</div><div><br /></div>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119478497454195383.post-39492556841194646852009-01-27T10:34:00.000-08:002009-02-05T06:14:19.227-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Waves are spinning this prison bubble that I'm in</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">But all that stops me drowning is it's liquid skin </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I anguish to be breezed away and realise my dreams </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Before this current one more time a nowhere </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Whirlpool seems</span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote>Richard Alexandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888916156697040164noreply@blogger.com