I’ve been writing these silent songs since I was fifteen. I started one wet afternoon and while it wasn’t initially clear to me what they were, or why I wrote them, I kept going. Eventually, I learned perhaps they were poetry (whatever that was) or a distant cousin. I’m proud of some of what I’ve written; the concise way I occasionally managed to summarise or communicate what I was trying to understand. That said, for much of the rest of my writing, frankly, I’m embarrassed. Don’t they call it ‘teenage’ angst? I have taken inspiration from my own life and lives of people around me, the things I read and saw and anything that caught my interest. In many of the poems I tried to put myself in the place of someone I knew and then write from their perspective. Despite the overtly earnest tone of the narrator of these poems, don’t take things too seriously. It’s not necessarily me and the moment has almost certainly passed… In the photo I was on Hydra Island looking for Leonard Cohen. He wasn't home.
THE LIGHTHOUSE (2015) There are these nights like clockwork I find myself ticking up stone steps at the lighthouse There are these nights cloaked in melancholy staring out, wide-eyed across the freezing seas of time There are these nights I sit, quietly, by the lens wondering of all the other nights I have sat quietly wondering… A thread of light stretches backwards through all my life sewing together these contemplative moments connecting me with my younger selves We all sit there on different steps looking out to sea with our lifetime of bad haircuts and our silver fountain pens each one more expensive than that preceding We all wonder in an echo we all wonder ‘Am I right? Is my aim true? do I have any aim at all? O, where… am I going?’ I long to reach out a hand somehow send out a boat to them I worry for those lost faces adrift on wild seas rocking in churning waters without a lot of hope Through the thick blanket of night I sense the face of a future me he looks healthier, happier richer somehow looking back across the freezing seas of time fondly and encouragingly he’s smiling back at me… TIGER MOUNTAIN (2014) I have fallen for the mad ones and the sad ones and the ones who don't know what they want I have found that mania so consuming confused depression for deep thinking I've tried to heal the cracked ones and piece the broken ones together... Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... I have lived off the wild ones brought calm to the angry ones laid down with the tired ones and slept I've ridden with the seesaw ones always wondering where I stood felt lost with the wilful ones and cried beside the bitter ones Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... I've walked across the weak ones swum naked with the free ones reached out for the timid ones but found no hand waiting there I have been ungrateful for the nicest ones been bored by the honest ones prayed for the fickle ones to change knowing no love could bloom there Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... And I have wondered loudly why I never could reach the summit with my broken ankles...
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