Rg Gregory

At The Sixty-Ninth Station – Rg Gregory

At The Sixty-Ninth Station – Rg Gregory

(after hiroshige – stations of oi) here at the sixty-ninth station of the gregokaido road i have a sense of completion that is not completed yet the long journey to this moment has many disparate paths fragments of people within me have stuttered their broken mantras what a bowl of uneasy pieces li... »

The Buddha’s Tooth – Rg Gregory

The Buddha’s Tooth – Rg Gregory

(for matt – 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a journey but where or why – confusion there to cloud a judgement no more ready than a sore knee to enter the lists of a whole life’s tourney – but after this howdah-do (this introduction) wh... »

Agapanthus – African Lily – Rg Gregory

Agapanthus – African Lily – Rg Gregory

[from agape (love); anthus (flower)] you may not be willing to notice me i have an awkward sense of myself my name can be hard on the tongue i do not grow easily in places where the sun only fitfully appears i’ve come a long way northwards gardens do not flatter my needs i am a shy sheltered ... »

Your Tiger – Rg Gregory

Your Tiger – Rg Gregory

(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night’s hollow the tiger stalks black grasses have licked it into nothingness hooked by moon i hover on your hollow’s lip i feel the smell of fire the leap of a bright cat-fur my eye is dumb asking to be devoured i am tremble... »

From The Ansty Experience – Rg Gregory

From The Ansty Experience – Rg Gregory

(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find a heart whose beat lies naked on a table not to score in triumph on a line no sensitive would put a nostril to but simply to receive it as an offering glimpsing the sacred there poem probes the poet... »

Two Spanish Poems – Rg Gregory

Two Spanish Poems – Rg Gregory

(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors to cool themselves) time has grown fat and no one cares to pin each minute to its proper place the day is long tomorrow’s not yet real doves and old men occupy the squares na... »

From  Imperfect Eden – Rg Gregory

From Imperfect Eden – Rg Gregory

(1) and off to scott’s (the dockers’ restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned in hellespont) this place for me was rich in its own fables i’ll be the lover sunk if that enables an awesome sense of just how deep the spells that put scotts for m... »

Transformations – Rg Gregory

Transformations – Rg Gregory

(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri – west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and sharpness – some never having lost their pristine feel – others with blunt tips and broken blades – a few so steeped in blood a dried rustiness still stained them – and ... »

From Proverbs Of Hell – Rg Gregory

From Proverbs Of Hell – Rg Gregory

(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking and the delectation of wine tear lovers apart piss on the sun and moon degut all heavenly harmony strike out across the bitter ice and the poisonous marshes make (if you dare) a better wo... »

Two Thursdays – Rg Gregory

Two Thursdays – Rg Gregory

when the doctor came on a monday he looked at my mother and said there’s something seriously wrong here – she’s had a stroke – she’s almost dead it must have happened on thursday why wasn’t i told before the busy rest home shook its head we thought she was drowsy ... »

From  Crossing The Line – Rg Gregory

From Crossing The Line – Rg Gregory

(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn’t be criticised in the light who died and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears and wept with great gossiping houses wore their roofs at a mournful angle and television announcers carried their eyes around in l... »

The Wounded Angel – Rg Gregory

The Wounded Angel – Rg Gregory

(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their comprehension are the warfares of the void angels have a sheen to lift them well above the bloody battles human beings give their hurts to divines don’t need such tittle-tattles y... »

Crematorium-Return – Rg Gregory

Crematorium-Return – Rg Gregory

(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what’s disturbing me need pass no fretful hand over your peace this world’s vicissitudes are stale fodder for you who feed the grass some particles of your two dusts by moon’s wish accident or wind m... »

The Singing Dog – Rg Gregory

The Singing Dog – Rg Gregory

when the dog began to sing the people ran amok a man shinned up a flagpole a woman chewed her sock children danced the drainpipe a policeman robbed a bank the mayor and all the councillors fired doughnuts from a tank the queen embraced the dustman the clergy showed their knees librarians in their th... »

Doughnut Denial – Rg Gregory

Doughnut Denial – Rg Gregory

(an ascetic poem for karen’s birthday) fancy having a birthday on a thursday when you do the buying of the doughnuts and others lick their sticky fingers thinking good old karen letting us share the eating of her birthday not me of course – i sit at home (alone) reflecting it is purific... »

The Adventures (From Frederick And The Enchantress – Dance Drama) – Rg Gregory

The Adventures (From Frederick And The Enchantress – Dance Drama) – Rg Gregory

(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he sets his path the enchantress listening schemes with wrath four desperate trials which she takes from store to silence frederick for ever more (ii) the mist softly mist suppress all si... »

Confessions Of A Fool – Rg Gregory

Confessions Of A Fool – Rg Gregory

(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not to be derided for its weakness but known to draw its calm from a corporate sense of self (its many-ed history) that tyranny (in the long blow) lacked the will to break that heaped-up suffering ga... »

The Ordinary Again – Rg Gregory

The Ordinary Again – Rg Gregory

(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain knuckled under i have rendered the skills of my limbs to generations of caesars and caesar’s gods have siphoned off my spirit by day i have been trained to dismember my own brothers my own pieces tra... »

Ducks And Wisdom – Rg Gregory

Ducks And Wisdom – Rg Gregory

[from a motif by Jean Dunand (1877-1942)] seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless frieze nothing now can help them swim beyond the stoned edges (invent a new-age breeze) eternity is water starved of trees their fixture is our own – for all we fidget history put... »

New Age – Rg Gregory

New Age – Rg Gregory

(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for birds to swallow rolled into droppings flowers from the hair of noseless statues tyrants of parks where men have cowered too long and mistaken unmanned by he dark (iii) when we awaken (how have we fallen) mac... »

Eight Roundels – Rg Gregory

Eight Roundels – Rg Gregory

(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and a refrain at the end of the first and third group) 1. the blind rose today’s fullness is tomorrow’s gone (the next day after no one knows) last year’s dream n... »

Haunting The Quark – Rg Gregory

Haunting The Quark – Rg Gregory

(I) if you can’t scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value – some hope inside the mechanical framework of a guess (as far as any fact can truly grope) doubts roam – mere looking can’t attain it twentieth-century science perceived that mess the more you probed the inner – more the scope ... »

filtered – Rg Gregory

filtered – Rg Gregory

a nearby field provides the plants sometimes with a wild profusion (organisation seems a long way off) it takes an eye used to ink or paint to confront such a rich confusion and draw it inwards to a proof that pattern too within constraints has room for a wild fling – passion’s best rend... »