Pebbles from the Shingle

Reading Keith Garebian Blue: The Derek Jarman Poems is like walking the beach at Dungeness collecting interesting bits for the cottage garden and installations.

Soon you will fall into a pool of questions

You always look for an aesthetic exit
will never be caught in a hotel room
like Wilde with the wrong wallpaper

madness under a varnish of history

Even the largest canvas is smaller
than the hours in a spool of film,
which reads all the values of blue

the romance of God’s angel worth violating

The ladder waits, unclimbed.

And so for day 1604

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