Author Archives: colinhopkirk

Tom: I really dig your oeuvre Al, the fearlessness, the British kink Allen: Thank you Tom, and yours. The flatness. You do like open mouths, don’t you? Oh yes, the close proximity of phallic substitutes. And you, the heels? Ah, always the heels Tom, the taut calf, the arch, the sheen, the shine It seemsContinue reading “In which Tom Wesselman and Allen Jones discuss the objectification of women”

A recent report said that there is no structural racism in BritainIt must be truethey announced iton TVBlack lives don’t matterCovid is a conspiracyThere is no glass ceilingWars are won by the righteous Politicians are faithful and honest and Hitler is alive and wellhiding in deep coveras a geriatric drag artiststill shaking his thingin aContinue reading “Hamburg”

Way-finder Shoes with animal tracked soles Deer, Hedgehog, Badger, Fox, Frog and a secret compass inside a recess inside the heel to help conjure animal spirits to confound the US Cavalry with baffling trails then find your way back home Voodoo Shoes had soles with voodoo masks African, Inca, Mohican, Zulu, Mexican and Haitian, theContinue reading “Shoe Poems”

Long walk over rutted ground, forget the toll on ankles and knees think about improving your balance Water in the ditches, and in the field edge, scatterings, weathered half-bricks and white tiles. An old house? A green lane the dog hates, she cowers, tail down, and wants to run because of the firing range, andContinue reading “Field Observations”

Were they not here, you could not have imagined themnot in such fine detailnor have felt the heart’s tugthat tidal pull Marianas deep

This evening, quiet near-dark outside I heard the geese returning the soft compression of wings the calling, for amity or reassurance, or both almost home almost home

(Percy Honri 1901) The man in the moon Is not the man in the moon Oh yes, he shines his yellow light hangs suspended in the sky full and fat enough to make you think, it is, it’s him alright Tonight, he came up slow and sad his old face cracked and gurning a ‘lookContinue reading “Moon Fandango”

Bird rite – make wings from fallen branches, climb the tallest tree you can, sing any song you know with a bird in it, from start to finish, out loud Reparation rite – use cardboard from your online orders to make a person sized sculpture of a tree, then apologise to it Walking rite –Continue reading “4 Rites for Early Spring”

Weaving sunlight  through field, tree, hedgerow spring rings early bells  with the yellowest yellowhammers

my grannie’s knife is older than mehalf its blade has been steeled away(imagine an imperfect, half-moon bite)the dark wood handle worn to a dull shineher body’s oils, still deep in the grain stray molecules, mixing with mineeach time we shake hands