Sculpture Workshop

Most of these sculptures will be shown for the first time in the 

2001/2     POETICA EXOTICA    Exhibition 

HADDON GALLERIES     TORQUAY     01803 313133

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For In and Out, Above, About, Below,

'Tis nothing but a magic Shadow-show,

Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,

Round which we  

Phantom Figures Come and Go

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Ah, make the most of what ye may Spend,

Before We too into Dust Descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to Lie

Sans Wine, sansSong, sansSinger, and - sans End!

Ah Fill the Cup;- what boots it to Repeat

How Time is Slipping underneath our Feet,

Unborn Tomorrow and Dead Yesterday,

Why Fret about Them if Today be Sweet!

There was a Door to which I found no Key 

There was a Veil past which I could not See 

Some little talk awhile of Me  and Thee            

There seem'd - and then no more of Thee and Me

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

The winter garment of repentance fling

The Bird of Time has but a little way

To fly-and Lo! The Bird is on the Wing.

If you could untie your wings

and free your soul from jealousy

you and everyone around you 

would fly like doves

I tell Thee this - When, starting from the Goal,

Over the shoulders of the Flaming Foal

Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtara they flung

In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.

Oh, come with old Khayam, and leave the Wise

To talk; One thing is Certain that Life Flies;

One thing is Certain, and the Rest is Lies;

The Flower that once has Blown for ever Dies.

Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears

Today of Past Regrets and Future Fears-

Tomorrow? - Why, Tomorrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday's Seven Thousand Years

Journeys bring power and love back into you.

If you can't go somewhere,

Move in the passageways of the self,

For they be shimmering shafts of light

Changing you when you explore them

Ah Love! Could Thou and I with Fate Conspire

To grasp this Sorry Scheme of Things Entire,

Would not we shatter it to bits - and then

Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?

And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!

Another and another Cup to drown

The Memory of this Impertinence!

With Them the Seed of wisdom did I Sow

And with my own Hand labour'd it to Grow

And this was all the Harvest that I Reaped

I Came like Water, and like Wind I Go

Lo! Some we loved, the loveliest and the best

That Time and Fate of all their vintage Prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to Rest.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute

The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:

The subtle Alchemist that in a Trice

Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.

Guiltless Insanity 1

You’ve been walking the Ocean’s edge

Holding your Robes to keep them Dry.

You must dive naked under, and Deeper

A thousand times Deeper

Guiltless Insanity 2

Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall with Gin

Beset the Road I was to wander in,

Thou wilt not with Predestination round

Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate

I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,

And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;

But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.

Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth did'st make,

And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;

For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man

Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give - and take!

Nude Dreaming

Run into the Mind’s Fire.

Play this Game because you Love

And the Playing is Love

Nude Contemplating

Let last year’s pennies blow off their Stems.

Those flowers must Go,

So these new Buds can Grow.

The Undoing

Pamera

Portrait of Pamela Silkstone, The V8 Lenswoman.

Even in the hands of a good photographer,

the best camera can only allow us to see a much reduced

image of the one conjured up by their mind’s eye.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,

A flask of wine, a book of Verse - and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness,

And wilderness is Paradise enow.

The Hard Drive

One Moment in Annihilation’s Waste,

One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste -

The Stars are setting and the Caravan

Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!