you reach out a hand to pull sky down, stars, yes the heavens themselvesare but bread to you, so you break it,break it all upon the ground,…… Read more “Capital”
Realism.s
My own particular brand of bleak is firm, and unambiguous enough to recognise our dark as a basic truth: the world-rending fire of the human soul is…… Read more “Realism.s”
Potent.ial
at the end of days all days, including today, I am terrified of tomorrow, as if every sleep is a death, a dreamless, black hole that will…… Read more “Potent.ial”
work
A poet’s work is no respector of designations like quantity, or achievement, or target, start, and finish. We dance to the beat of our own loves, our…… Read more “work”
Poet (dried).
This is trench warfare. As bloody useless and harrowing as. No one really gains ground. No one really wins. Even waiting or withholding takesone to the grave,…… Read more “Poet (dried).”
magic at lunch
… and *such* stillness! as my blood sped up, so did the rest of me I suppose. I felt time spread out in front of me again,…… Read more “magic at lunch”
Levertov, Dust
A Gift Just when you seem to yourselfnothing but a flimsy webof questions, you are giventhe questions of others to holdin the emptiness of your…… Read more “Levertov, Dust”
^folk, (o)=e
excerpt from my journal: ———————”I think there’s really something magical about folk music. I’m sitting in Connemara in a pub and there’s these 3 guys just chillin’…… Read more “^folk, (o)=e”
Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!
Sometimes looking back at your class notes from University is really enlightening… other times… it goes like this: “don’t blame Catherine, Henry…we’ll get you some fertility counselling”…… Read more “Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!”
Today
I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite.There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot writeright: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel awkwardnesses, won’tafford…… Read more “Today”
contact.
stars spark in the blackened deep: fingertips of the gods (carefully holding in bright hands a ravaged planet, burnt flowers drifting down from each. point. of. contact.…… Read more “contact.”
Local Photography on Canvas
Merry Christmas Everybody!!! I’m excited to announce that a selection of my local photography has been accepted for sale at the tourist centre in Llandudno, North Wales!…… Read more “Local Photography on Canvas”
Perspective
my brain bendsbars of lightwith aplomb, shifting universea simple excercise inrelativity; no excusefor helplessness c. Kate Gough Photo by Jordan Johnson on Unsplash
untitled
making art: metaphor, metamorphosis, metastasis, m e a n i n g c. Kate Gough Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash
vapour
again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible…… Read more “vapour”
On Greek Spirit, Hegel
For the Greeks only *watch* the objects of Nature, and form *surmises* respecting them; inquiring, in the depths of their souls, for the hidden meaning. According to…… Read more “On Greek Spirit, Hegel”
Pores
The world gets into our poresand writes on us lines with the clay ofearth, warmth of sunbite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faceswith…… Read more “Pores”
.:The Game:.
images c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2000 Black & White film 100 One of my black and white photos. Don’t really have a lot of these scanned. And… Read more ".:The Game:."
Kate Gough 