Saturday, November 11, 2017

Lilieth leapt the electric fence

Lilieth leapt the electric fence,
Maybe, at the time, it made sense,
To pounce, claws extended, at a bird in flight,
And so, fall into freedom by accident.
Or maybe she made a deliberate jailbreak,
‘cause you gotta do what you gotta do,
To get outta the zoo.
Who knows what a lynx thinks?

But briefly, Lilieth  the lynx got away
And was no longer on display,
She was no longer confined,
To be admired or to be ignored ,
By the curious, the awestruck, or the bored.
Peering through the wire.

Perhaps real freedom then kicked in,
With no food and drink provided,
Out in the woods and the fields and hills,
To eat she has to hunt and kill,
And at first maybe she has an edge,
As it must be centuries,
Since any lynx walked and stalked
Along these thickets and hedges,
So maybe some rabbits and mice,
Or a bird or two, turned just too late
And drew their last breaths,
Between the jaws of golden-eyed death.

Sadly, hunters can be hunted too,
And Lilieth could not be left to be free,
She was the ‘property’ of a zoo,
And large predators in Britain just cannot be,
Unless they’re members of the bourgeoisie.

Uncaught Lilieth caused official fear
Alleged to pose a risk “severe”,
So a killing bullet, not a tranquilising dart,
Was sent to stop this beauty’s heart.

But the wheel will turn, and justice will be done,
And free once more,  Lilieth will run,
Padding along on larger paws,
With longer, stronger, deadlier claws,
Reborn a larger, fiercer cat,

She’ll rip out the throats of bureaucrats.

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

DODO MODERN POETS: LIVE at the KING & QUEEN 23rd November 2017

DODO MODERN POETS: LIVE at the KING & QUEEN
RICHARD SCOTT     
Resonant language combining the rich and rapturous     
JASMINE ANN COORAY        
 Deep soulful seams  mining exquisite poetry      
ZOLAN QUOBBLE     
 Adrenalin soaked rhythm n' verse from muso poet   
OPEN-MIC SPOTS sign up by 7pm              
Thursday 23rd November 2017, 7.30pm
The King & Queen, 1 Foley St, London, W1W 6DL
£ 7 &6 concessions - open-mic spots £4
Info: 01303 243868; patric.poet@zen.co.uk
Goodge Street tube.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

The Ghost of Franz Kafka: online


Dear poetry lovers,
Those of you who were unable to attend September's launch of my new collection, 'The Ghost of Franz Kafka' can now buy it online from Palewell Press. Please see attachment and link for more details. 
I hope you enjoy the poems,
Regards,
Patric Cunnane
01303 243868.

Monday, October 23, 2017

DODO MODERN POETS LIVE at the KING & QUEEN Wednesday 25th October 2017, 7.30pm

DODO MODERN POETS  LIVE at the  KING & QUEEN 
     
PROJECT ADORNO     
Smart pop meets music hall, art history and serious fun  
  
PR MURRY    
Taking aim at inanity, planet trashing and injustice  
  
SUE JOHNS     
Urban edge &  passion grown from Cornish roots 
   
OPEN-MIC SPOTS sign up by 7pm 
            
Wednesday 25th October 2017, 7.30pm
The King & Queen, 1 Foley St, London, W1W 6DL
£ 7 &6 concessions - open-mic spots £4

Info: 01303 243868patric.poet@zen.co.uk
Goodge Street tube.
dodo modern poets letting fly with words

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Stories about bombs

Stories about bombs have punctuated my life.
Born when the welfare state was also a baby;
I heard about my dad firewatching on the roof
Of an art school in blitzed London,
And composing an oil painting whilst he was up there.
I heard about the shrapnel,
Still embedded in an aunt’s leg.
And, every so often, a radio announcer might report
Unexploded ordinance, found buried on a building site.

One day, Cuba was in the news,
Nikita Khrushchev banged his shoe on a desk at the UN,
That was the first time that I saw my father scared.

Made to be a school boy cadet,
The worst bomb I heard was a thunderflash,
Just oversized fireworks,
Thrown about by boys in pretend wars;
Whilst half a world away,
Youths threw real grenades at each other
In Vietnam.

But London learned the hard way
That old wounds don’t always heal,
As propaganda of the deed reminded us,
Of an unjustly held colony,
Kept down by British army boots
Across a narrow sea.
A bandstand blew up,
A cast iron waste bin disintegrated in a high street, killing a child.
Sudden night blasts outside Territorial Army barracks;
And then, after a general election,
I heard a massive dull thud roll up from the Thames valley,
To my suburban hilltop,
As a debt was repaid in the City.
Not content with that,
The Fenians blew me out of bed,
Where I lay drunk, trying to forget
The start of four more Tory years,
As, three quarters of a mile away
A four-lane flyover was lifted off its foundations,
By an exploding van.

A truce came to London, until Jihad began
Old wounds don’t always heal,
Crusades and colonialism festered,
And oil was not a balm,
For those treacherous treaties, Sykes-Picot, Balfour
And all the other dodgy dealing,
Spooking and conniving,
To keep those motors running.
But the truth could be that
It doesn’t worry me more
Than the chance of dying in traffic accident.

Stupidity seems to breed Stupidity,
Just today the world’s prize-winning stupidest man
Addressed the UN to threaten a nation
With total destruction.

I wish, because it’s all I can do,
That he’d taken off his shoe,
Like Nikita Khrushchev did, but then
Beat himself with it,
Over his dyed blond head.


Thursday, September 21, 2017

earth lines


Friday, September 01, 2017

FREE by Free Painters and Sculptors A group exhibition exploring ideas of freedom in modern times

FREE by Free Painters and Sculptors
A group exhibition exploring ideas of freedom in modern times

Clerkenwell Gallery, 20 Clerkenwell Green, London, EC1R 0DP

Tuesday 26th – Saturday 30th September 2017
Opening Hours: 12-7pm (except Thursday 12-5pm)

Private View: Thursday 28th September6-9pm
(please rsvp)
Capturing the essence of freedom and diversity, a new and exciting exhibition from Free Painters and Sculptors (FPS) opens to the public on Tuesday 26th September.

This exhibition explores the principles, reflected in the core beliefs of FPS, of free speech and artistic expression and features work from members of the group using a wide variety of materials and styles.
FPS, an artist-led organisation, was first established in 1952. Since its inception, the idea of freedom has been at the heart of its beliefs. In the aftermath of World War II, it was vital for the group to be able to protect the principles of artistic freedom, free speech and expression, and to challenge established notions and values.

Clearly, since that time, there have been significant, and positive changes in attitudes concerning class, gender, sexuality, race and religion. Despite this progress, there is still a great need to defend these values.

FPS is proud to be an artistic collective that champions and encompasses the essence of diversity. Many of the exhibiting artists will be present at the show at which you will be able to discuss and see their artistic representations of freedom and diversity.

FPS was originally associated with the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Arts) and came to prominence by playing a significant part in the establishment of abstract art in the 1950's and 60's. Founding members featured many high profile and influential artists, including Roy Rasmussen, Lyall Watson and Maurice Jadot, who all feature in the permanent Tate Collection.

In 2017 FPS celebrates its 65th anniversary.