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