RECOLLECTIONS – SOME SEIZINGS TOWARDS THE SENSE OF IT ALL
(notes on Plague of Years) by Martyn Bates
THE PLAGUE OF YEARS
How you live in yr. own head – you, the fulcrum of life, the pivot; ultimately, you controlling…..surely, surely….ways to live.
KNIVES REPLACE AIR
How self-abnegation expresses itself via solipsistic self – denigration / humiliation …
How rampant hypocrisy surfaces, as it must…; such conflicting contradictions cannot thrive within…
How self-love, self- hate is expressed as sexuality….
Yr. hate rebounded….
IN YOUR PAINTING
How to criss-cross the cross; sick and tired, like the picture of Dorian …
Yr. inertia, ennui, loneliness…
Yr. a stifled, frustrated passivity…..a cancelling out.
Yr. paranoia –…… unhappy eye sees the world ……betrayals …… too-high expectations; inevitable discovery that no one person is infallible – that this notion is ( in sadness ) an impossibility….
VOICE FROM THE TRACKS
How Peter Bosworth went; a vile-eye view of what happened to him; horrifying….
Yr. Physic Impotence.
Yr. call for repose / retreat…
Cried intensity of a moment….
PASSING AND DISTANT VIEW
How everyone is always at a distance…
How the ghosts in yr. life can fill yr. life
ILL WIND BLOWS
How frightening premonitions highlight distance between Human Beings…
ANSWER SONG AND DANCE
All the sadness of estrangement…
LINES OF FLAME
Yr. empathy / sympathy …… and yearning desire to shoulder another’s burden…
ONE BY ONE
LILT OF MUSIC
And yr. moment of transcendence…
PICTURE THE DAY
Yr. mourning a death / and yr. mourning transience….
DRUMMING THE BEATING HEART
Yr. ecstasy / heightened moment of the everyday….
Yr. mesmerising beauty, yr. intransigence, yr. invisibility…
Yr. joy / sheer delight…
STREET LAMPS AND SNOW
You in a numinous moment, crystallised in a snowflake, in the split-second beautiful unreality….
WIND IN DEAD TREES
OLD HOURS, SLOW DAYBREAK
A most fervent wish…to live life keenly; to not be the sleepwalker….
THROW A SHADOW
PRAYER BOOK TO THE QUIET
In an expression of desire. In dislocation. In alacrity. In the need for the soul….
LIGHTS OF APRIL
In an idyll described, in a scene of languid repose…
Yr. fear, yr. apprehension, yr. distance, and yr. sorrow
ONE LIGHT, THEN
How to sing loss….
ACROSS THE PULSE OF THE RAIN
The voice of timelessness scrawled on a page, across the years…
LEAVES ARE DANCING
God, in an innocent moment…
CORNER OF DUSK
In desolation. The nourishment of the spirit. The touch of the non-physical…
The transcendent world at the door of the everyday…
GUIDE THIS NIGHT
Light / dark. Being overwhelmed by the twin polarities of human psyche. Revelling in it…
PEARL AND PALE
Kisses. The directness, the rare communication of Love
Yr. affirmation, you …. Nature and essence /confirmation of yr. sweetest hopes….
How yr. broken almost, forsaken, low…
SUN BURSTS IN
Promethean / glorious this day….
Ecstatic celebration / wondering at the mysteries, and not caring why…joyous – to be alive…
Love is here – senses are heightened, the world unfolds before us, unravels…and it is beauty.
ALL YR. PAGES
Yr. prayer for re-generation…
BETWEEN THESE DREAMS
How yr. striving for a recollection….
SHE TRIES ON THE JEWELS
Greek tragedy / a simple fable
Divination / connection / new strengths drawn from yr. beautiful example…
STREETS I RAN
Talking to ghosts…
Yr. impasse, yr. hurdle; yr. blind alley to blight …
TO CRY MERCY
A fable – a tale of greed and ugliness; how to cancel yrself out…
Yr. wonder. Fear. Tantamount to a hymn in thanks…
To be alive, when loved ones are not… to vibrate in universal celebratory empathy, to kiss the ground you walk upon in thanks, like endless appreciation.
Yr. all the spirits that fill every atom of existence with benign love – yr. there all the long everyday, if you can connect / find then / let them near you.
Yr. a howl to the skies /envy – a loss, something is missing, something is stolen – and yr. left here, carrying this resounding sense of bleak injustice…
How to thrill of joy; felt when yr. heart brakes / the terrible affirmation that fills you when someone precious dies – the way that this is too much to countenance … why /how can I / dare I be so glad to be alive this day?…
SORROW LOVES YOUR LAUGHTER
It’s yr. personal vampire, the self-negating void that will devour – and, you know that you must break it, kill it. Because it surely will kill you.
SONG-LIKE IN THE DEAD NIGHT
Phoenix-like, this perfume will energise, will bring yr. eyes to grateful tears, will let you breath and begin….
DEAR SONG OF THEN
Yr. to be now; to be, this poignant and pregnant and preparing moment, yr. to let the past be a different world.
AMONG THE BLUE FLOWERS AND THE YELLOW
Yr. holding the coin up to the light – and the light fills both faces….