In this blog we will share with you our vision of beauty, balance, harmony.

As Mark Leach writes in his book Raw Colour with Pastels: “Sound is all around us, and it is musicians who refine that sound into something of beauty. As a painter, I have always felt that my purpose is to craft colour in a similar way, to see through the confusion and seek harmony and beauty.”

And we add: Words, fragments of sentences, spoken noise is all around us, and Ken arranges words in such a way as to capture beauty in the accidental, the ambient soundtrack of life.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Misty Mountain

Hagebutte II - Dog Rose (Rose Hip) II - 39 x 39 cm





IN BAYERISCHZELL

There’s something archaic
about this, not old fashioned,

cold foggy air, mist, always
moving, wearing a spicy

tannenbaum fragrance, mixed with pine
it’s not like shopping or office work

and if I ever see another fucking computer
and something else, undefinable, a twinge

at the back of the mind, or down lower
where the hypothalamus talks lizard

to an uppity but all too impressionable
cerebral cortex, you’d think, and this, as we

are hiking the rim of valley and mountain’s
foothill, the long lonely way down, my big toes hurt

and even before we can discuss, label, file them  
certain feelings flare up and then die out, hardly felt at all

and sometimes we spot through the shredded clouds
the wood-balconied inn in whose antlered hall
I will eat Zwiebelrostbraten and fried potatoes
and drink at least two glasses of beer, and Karin

will dine on fish and potato salad, the light
of our candle flaring out while I observe a

woman absently staring back at her husband’s
absent stare, the long

lonely way down, a waitress bending her rosy shoulders,
clean blond head and plump cleavage

forward, like a serving girl
in a genre painting, to re-light our candle. 




4 Non Blondes - Misty Mountain Hop


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