A poem about my day turning monochrome


I wrote this about the time when you have to stretch your eyes to see into the dark of fading day light. Winter on the North East coast cast of Scotland is a challenge. If you travel on a trains you will know the feeling

As the day colour fades

Monochrome,

distant hills.

Dirty Sheep,

a white rutted field.

Seven lines,

follow our track,

Zipping information.

Our cyber world.

Wind swept,

Remote.

These commuters,

hardened folk.

Platforms pull in.

Foot prints in snow

Well trodden greats,

Departure or home.

Black thicket bushes,

break up the white.

Darkness grows stronger,

retracting the light.

 

A poem about leaving. Last Call For Whitfield


3 1/2 hours on train in 25 degrees builds a certain momentum to leave. Add this with the deadline of a departing flight to catch. In the time on the train from Milazzo to Palermo the only entertainment was a rather large bee that was flying up and down the carriage. If i could have vignetted the corners of my field of vision it would have been a seen from a classic european film. Everyone was watching this bee with a look of ‘don’t come near me’. It could have run a mock on the packed train. It also got me thinking that when it went backwards down the carriage does that class as time travel?

Last Call For Whitfield

Churn,
On time,
Just!
Mount settle breath.

Sound makes sense,
but I don’t understand.
Round beads form,
Fall like the words.

Moving fast,
Time dam slow!
How long can it last.
Where to look.

And I’m sick of the sea,
straight blue line beauty,
Following me home,
Crashing harrowing free.

A dog sleeps alone.
The platform grown.
Drunk man ego.

Bump!

I arrive,
Get me out,
Away.
To be free…

A poem of my new found dislike of flying.


I’m not sure when i decided i didn’t like flying. I think the boredom makes me think too much about it. The sea, however off the coast of the U.K looked beautiful. Also flying over southend pier (Britan’s longest pier) was a moment to savour the sheer length of it. A strange set of circumstances…

AlItalia

Blue cheese ripple.
Layered black island.
Floating.
Is there direction.

Outer heat flares,
Cold hands moisten.
When did it happen,
This alien fear.

Grim tin can,
Led by men.
Circulation,
No clean air.

All gone now.
Looking like linen,
Too there and back.
Covering many stories.

 

Alan in Sicily Day #7


Well i did it

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Top night

My work here is done…

Ciao

 

Alan in Sicily Day#6


Well yesterday day was about getting image and posters ready for the exhibition i have got 16 pil boxes a good effort for 1 week. I have 6 prints of Great Orme gun sight. I did a time lapse projection but i cant seem to upload it 😦

I did have good projecting this over google+ so wendy could see it

Heres the poster for the show

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As im really clever yesterday i removed photoshop from my computer. Not a high point of time in sicily

Yesterday was about food we went to the fish market in Milazzo

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Then we had cake

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So off to pick up the prints and hang the show. Wish me luck!!!!

 

Alan in Sicily Day#5


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Busy day yesterday above and below are pictures of where I will be putting on my exhibition on friday night of photos and projection

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This gallery in milazzo castle will take some beating.

I went to the library its was very different to england it was almost like a museum I didn’t see the new Mills and Boon by the front door. Beautiful marble staircase

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I walked to the store yesterday done the back lane totally out in the fields and every so often there would be a strong smell of cannabis like its growing wild. There missing a trick if it is 🙂

Got a good solid collection of pil boxes i think ive got 12 or 13 images to project in the vault of the castle.

We are told we will get a tour of parts of the castle not open to the public. Watch out tony Robinson and time team

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This morning I met Rossi the beetle