from the end of the pier

we see the karate kid

balance on one leg like a seagull

the sea is roughing up the beach

throwing sand at windows

running at small children

on the shrinking foundation of sand

karate kid yells ki-hap and flies into a side kick

followed by an osae block

eyes like black rocks

the folds of his robe

are rising on white wings

the waves rush him

confident of their reinforcements

but he has the absurdity of youth on his side

a yoko geri and then a bow

his mother is calling him from the promenade

and it is tempting to laugh at him

we are above the battle and grin

but as he hurries from the beach

the sea is booming beneath our feet

GWD 17/11/13

John Gohorry – An existentialist dinner, Paris 2011

An existentialist dinner, Paris 2011

Les Deux Magots is a restaurant in Paris much frequented in the 20th century by artists and writers, among them a group of existentialists led by Jean-Paul Sartre. The existentialists argued that people define themselves by the choices they make and the actions they carry out. Dining in the restaurant in November 2011, it was clear to me that existentialism is still very much alive and kicking.



The original form
of flesh, it moves,
animate, but boneless.

Consider vapour. Steam
in the breath
of cattle, from the

dawn grass. Water sprinting
millionfold for the
limitless deserts

of the air. Water
drunk. Water falling
in its soft lattices

over our bodies.
Water with skin.
We sink beneath

its flat top,
flesh on flesh,
beneath its stiff

meniscus. Such mating
with the pellucid self
of water joins the circle

of our time here.
Unboned, we assume
the property of dream.

From ‘Ancient Lights’ by Dick Jones, published by Phoenicia Publishing (http://www.phoeniciapublishing.com)

Royal Mail

I have just had a poem on the plight of the postal service (‘Royal Mail 2012’) published on the Eyewear blog. This really expresses my disgust at the state of affairs in June last year, but it fits in with other critical poems published there.