Thursday, 21 May 2009

Marcus Redux Redux




21/5/09
Video 46 seconds
by Andrew Kerton

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Marcus Redux



20/05/09
Video 46 seconds
by Andrew Kerton

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Evening Haiku



Liquid autumn plays.
Stars fairly plunder midday.
The shadows retire.

The returned, tall clouds retire.
The small, unknown candles set.




kc

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Morning Haiku


Fair wisdom splashes.
The landscapes find an army.

The pianos walk.




Kc






Monday, 11 May 2009

"Amour c'est gai, amour c'est triste"


- Love is gay, love is sad... talent is not self-realising, he said, the artist becomes... the artist becomes productive... that is to say, the thinker becomes an artist... (the thinker becomes an artist) by an exquisite prolonged irrational ordering, or rational disordering, no, irrational structuring - of his thoughts - or, his thinking. The thinker becomes an artist by a prolonged exquisite irrational structuring of his thinking. The artistic process then begins by (by by by) a [chronic] - prodigious - shameless and centralising narcissismmmmmm... which swiftly evolves into an intense protracted period of masturbation.... self actualisation throuuuuuuugh... creation! Who was it that said reflection poisons the experience? They meant reflection on creation, that is to say, action, of course, he said getting up to dance, (synched) you've got to be in it to win it.

[read in fake french accent]
Ak

Sunday, 10 May 2009

bloggers conference


A white prayer runs.
Poetry offers women.
Beautiful men set.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Morning Haiku


An ass wakes a knight.
Good nuns turn and a fish burns.
Tough angels carouse.

Misty liquid duets wake.
Wisdom splashes or stars splash.



kc

Monday, 4 May 2009

Ritter Sport


The word sport always put me off, until, in 2004, I moved to Amsterdam and it became one of the only words I could understand.

To this day I have not sampled the entire range.

My favourite?
White chocolate and whole hazelnut.



(This is not a political statement)


Ak

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Morning Haiku


Winds walk but joy sings.
Petals melt yet summer works.

Empty autumn waits.


The delicate breasts loiter.

Hail turns therefore wisdom walks.




Kc