KEYS TO THE CITY
I: A New Career In A New Town
II: Dream Life
III: Paintings As Prayers
IV: Late Summer Evening
Rose Crowned Evenings
Moments Of Pure Ashtray
The Personalised Circus
Blind Children On Western Streets
Lucifer Says He Won't See Me
Swans On The Surface
Girl Smoking On Balcony
Stained Glass Window
The Insurance Was WILD
The Sea's Smile
Van Gogh's Lights
The Disappointed Prince
A Night At The Circus
Chekhov In Kreuzberg
A Stolen Dress
Two Contract Killers Get Arrested
My Uncle Dick
Death In The Cafe
Performing To The Curtain
Getting Past The Curtain
Living With Samuel Beckett:
An Anti Essay
THE SEA'S SMILE
Did you know that sometimes the sea does smile,
Even when blackened is its belly and pitiful is its swallow.
They say evil is her mile and beauty’s all below -
And glory surges - for all this current makes man lament
The woman who made him pure:
All cleansed hereafter;
all washed up at the shore. She
Sinks all men,
And sinks all women,
Our children and the animals
- Our animals, and
Thinks us damned, damned us all!
Us poor children, us animals?
But did you know that sometimes the sea does smile,
And we stand shallow staring at depths; her smile...
And whether its her sand we touch,
Or just an indication of much; a hesitation of the senses
(See what we do clutch),
We need to go deep, or at least drown all surfaces…
But what does surface?
But what does surface?
Only soon untangled knots, one can guess:
But our knots, once not, now through -
No place is.
Does it all go
What hides by beds
What grows in schools
Hail our demands!
Let reign our rules!
(And pierce the sky and with it us fools)
Take shelter, yes take shelter perhaps, for
Perhaps depths are what depths are,
And the sea? Its blue, blue
(Black, white), and grey,
And yes it may see,
What your eyes will say,
But whatever that is,
You and the sea are it:
And it spoils, and it caresses, and
There are desperate wishes,
Tears, hurts, one day kisses…
No: I silence myself with this correction:
In the sea we see no reflection.
Yes, learned poet, yes learned world,
But did you know, that sometimes,
The sea…it does smile!
And laugh she does!
And cry she must,
For to smile at her world is just -
Sometimes I cannot swim. I am currently sailing to you
Through pouring words with their black and white
Appalling worlds, worlds we word and dress like cloaks,
That fall like rain and leave like jokes;
And all this we make to become submerged,
To think and smile, to tell and surge
To an ocean we disguise and dress in memory,
Whose only task is to act like the Sea.
- Act surprised and act it well:
What passes through water,
Will shore always tell.
Now my song with waves must go,
Back to a smile the smiler does not know...