Tuesday, 30 January 2018


Consummate convergence,
Green seas rolling
Upon ageless shores,
Shadowy caramel culminating
In plummeting toothache.

Warrior daffodils
Rousing a nonchalant sun,
Unclad feet by questing rivers idling
And the last swirls of wine
Into sweeping waltzes.

This consummate coincidence,
Glances and breath mingling
Beyond the silken dream,
This heady perspiration,
This beautiful imprecation
Wrought of sovereignty
And a sense of

This precise function,
This meandering solace,
This overturned cart,
This basketful of paradoxes.

This consummate intersection,
Reaching for you like a poppy stem,
Never leaving your presence
For that perfect moment
Before calamity strikes
Normal time-travel resumes.

Sunday, 24 December 2017

Happy Chappy: In Watermelon Sugar

I just bought one of my most favourite books of all time, second-hand online, hopefully this edition with this cover. It's a nostalgia thing, like a good dream that never fades.

Saturday, 2 December 2017

Out 'n' About - golden winter!

The crisp fresh winter can be such a lovely time to get out - offering treats such these beautiful trees of gold!

Monday, 6 November 2017

Out 'n' About - big bold beautiful butterfly!

Saw this beaut just the other day. I was amazed it stayed put long enough for me to take such a close shot. I took two or three snaps and it just stayed there. I strolled away leaving it still taking in the rays.

Friday, 13 October 2017


Summer softness of skin,
Receptive pliability,
Scent, light, infinity.

Sun-revelling eyes,
Cornflower corners
Of each cosmic smile.

Eggshell-pebble nostrils
Fluttering, adorning
That exquisitely insinuative nose.

Lucent-lipped nuance
And the chin which so enthrallingly
Mocks and derides.

Arm brushing over arm
In tranquil resonance
Of hungry noontide.

This partisan succour,
Our pasture
For the duration.

Saturday, 30 September 2017

Sexy Film Reviews: The Duke of Burgundy

Please do not read this review if you do not wish to know plot developments
When I first started watching this film I found that the sense of artificiality annoyed me, until I realised it was part of the story and then I was able to enjoy the joke. And actually there are a lot of good-humoured jokes throughout, many I probably missed, and at least one I spotted but still do not get – the mannequins dotted about in the lecture audience at the institute; can anyone explain that to me?

All these playful jokes are simply part of the fun in a film which is partly a wry contemporary intellectual comedy, partly a paean to European cinema of the 1960s-70s, and partly a slyly engaging erotic drama.

Cynthia and Evelyn play out their dominant-submissive fantasies in an enclosed, remote and rarefied fantasy world of rambling chateaus, leafy woodlands, dusty academia, lepidopterology (whence the reference to the butterfly called The Duke of Burgundy) and no men. Alongside the minutiae of insect anatomy, life-cycles and communications, the couple’s private role-play takes centre stage as we learn the script they enact and the nuanced variations of the kinky story they repeatedly play out together.

As the film progresses with its hypnotic tempo, delightfully playful soundtrack and mesmerizingly sensuous cinematography (Nicholas D. Knowland), we discover unexpected relationship dynamics between the two leads and notice fractures of jealousies and dissatisfactions creaking across the leisurely surface. Until eventually we find ourselves involved with a real romance, with real issues, for real characters of substance and fragility.

And this is where I feel the film really delivers. Beyond the beautiful and playful surface, I became engaged by the central characters and I found the film proved to have true poignancy and depth.

Even given its playfulness, its subtly fairy-tale like setting and its esoteric cinematic nostalgia, this film ultimately stands as a serious study of a specific relationship, and also of relationship issues more generally.

The excellent performances of the two leads Sidse Babett Knudsen (Cynthia) and Chiara D'Anna (Evelyn) are absolutely pitch-perfect in guiding the audience through the complicated emotional maze of the central relationship and provide us with wonderfully rounded portraits of two flawed and enigmatic central characters; portraits full of wit, sexiness, tenderness and depth.

Director Peter Strickland creates a wonderfully accomplished pervasive atmosphere of warm hues, rich textures, soft light and muted restraint which has the effect of perpetually augmenting an inherent sense of rich eroticism in a film which is never explicit. Not that there is necessarily anything wrong with explicitness per se, but it is nevertheless a point to be noted in describing the internal syllabus of The Duke of Burgundy.

Altogether a marvellous adventure for the senses. Witty, thought-provoking, engaging and very sexy. An artistic, erotic and dramatic success.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

You Are a Dreamer

You are a dreamer,
A reveller,
A secretive flitting bird,
A silver goblet,
An approaching storm,
A wayward smirk.

Why do you sing such strange songs,
With melodies askew?
Why do you say you see the sun
Is truly gas-flame blue?

You saunter with such nonchalance,
As if you possess all the unfolding secrets of the lily,
As well as the precise knowledge
Of the wood pigeon’s burdensome lament,
Locked away in heavy summer woodland.
As if you perceive and understand
The whisperings of the ferns
And the maps of the ants
And the solemn, persistent aggravation just underfoot.

As if you feel within your very instinct,
Before even your nerves,
The febrile imprint
Of the moment each particle of dust completes its odyssey
From the shaking cosmos
To the ground around your feet.

Such moments, you advise,
As when you are safe within my arms,
And feel free within my vision,
Like yearning merest breath
Evaporating in the decreasing humidity of an epoch.

You are a dreamer,
And, I rejoice to hear you affirm,
I am helplessly your dream.