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, August 9, 2015

Voyage en Orient

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Orange trees. Bamboo matting.
Glottal stops. Coptic
divines. Observing Max Du Camp get a hand job  
in the shadows of the Great Pyramid
   is an eye-opener, the Blood  
of Egypt spreading her lethargic thighs,
slapping the sides of our dirty bateau.
Breeze rises up, lifting caftans, exposing black asses
to frantic whippings for the fun of it. Were he alive
De Sade would have booked passage, learned a thing or two.  
And then onward to Constantinople,
mindless the whole way,
getting laid whenever possible,
thoughtless in Athens, too— you yourself wrote:
when the penis rises the brain dies—though
trained by class and romantic phantasy
to reflect on the glory of old Greece, the
inspiring nobility of mountain landscapes,
light, violet crowned hills, the whole 
kit and caboodle, laurel-wreathed, of received ideas.
Then back to France
          where the next best thing
to “skewering boys like kebabs” in a Cairo bathhouse
is barbecuing the bourgeoisie in their own backyards.

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