MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 15 – SAN FRAN

A NEW PUBLICATION:

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 15 – POEM 13

To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.

This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.

I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work.  – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

 

Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B  – TODAY  – the Poem – SAN FRAN  : ~ 

.   .   .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

.   .   .

SAN FRAN .. .

.

So many pieces of the puzzle, there is no need to hide

      but they were lost, caught in nets on Pier 39

Like an unfaithful son on the day of his bride

      the colours of this city run and they rhyme

Pollock might say its a bit of a daub

      until each piece he numbered

Pasted my memories in a red, paper book

      there, all bands should have names like Doctor Hook,

      Flying Burrito Brothers, Jefferson Airplane

Hate was spelt Haight in that part of town

      and the clever kids all wore a Berkeley frown

      Nathalia my friend she dressed in a sexy gown

We walked for miles up and down and there

      across the green in pastel colours

      that row of little houses, little boxes

A little Malvina Milder/Reynolds maybe loved

      when she was a small Jewish daughter

      wandered into the famous Chinese quarter

Union Square and Macy’s, the photo’s are coming fast

We take a trip out to the Bridge

      don’t drive too fast or blink, in this mist

      even International Red will blur

      and that massive Bay is slipping past

No time for Vertigo or to take a Bullitt for the team

      in hippie land, now a spiring concrete forest,

      or among those massive Redwoods

      on the other side, its still the best place you can dream

If little cable cars don’t quite drive you to the stars

      if you’re tired hop on, the corporation

      will not charge you until you sing Your Song

The corporation will not warn you of the people down below

      the street of shame where each dog born had a different name

      yet now in cardboard, rags and jumble they sound the plain same

Step out on the street over homes and yet your room was cute

      high-ceilinged estate, ornamental cornice,

      bed linen tasteful, great, without a crease,

Air conditioned, sound-proofed, high windows barred

      you could be living now on Mars

      except you’re worried as you walk the line

Those inhabitants of boxes down the lane

      those aliens of shame

      will get in your face again

      let the booze loose

      exhalate their pain

So we sat one night in John’s Grill to consider where we’d been

      what we had seen, with 2 free glasses of water

.

                                                                                         edenbraytoday17.11.2020

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‘ . .. a writer without readers is like a dead fish in the sea that eventually will be consumed by all sorts of creatures .. . ‘

 

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MODERN WORKS 2O20 ~ 14 – POLLOCK SHORES

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 14 – POEM 12

To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.

This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.

I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work.  – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B  – TODAY  – the Poem – POLLOCK SHORES  : ~ 

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MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

.   .   .

POLLOCK SHORES .. .

the slaves of causality

..

At Pollock Shores, in summer squalls

   a madcap stepped across chianti walls

To celebrate the morning like a thousand eons before

   where universes collide,

Coloured balloons at a kiddies party

   which one to take home, which one to hide?

Mr Universe, I’ll write your name on your coffee cup 

   with a coloured sharpie

.

Thats blackish blue and white like the sky at night 

   when the planets come out to play

Some so old they are dead

   some revolve around our sun

   the ones who have most fun

I’ve had so many friends and then they end

   people walk away, closeness can be frightening

We are not all disassociated the closer you get

   the universal glow can be enlightening

.

Priscilla is an aunt who hasn’t seen a single one in days

   diagnosed with a condition

She juggles with her position

   concerned with a smooth transition and coprophobia

Angie ties herself in knots

   struggles with procrastination

   was told that she’s depressed

This led to self annihilation

   which Doctor James considers a misappropriation.

.

Out under the stars Jake has discovered too late

   he suffers from astrophobia

While his friend cool Harry, once caught in a lift

   had an attack of the claus-trophobia

And Margie now sat on the mat 

   with a rare case of clinical lycanthropy

Her new life as a cat has altered her mind 

   to a permanent state of fantasy

.

Birdman of Alcatraz, Donnie Darko

   Syd Barrett, Herman Bosch sit alone in their prison

They lost their ability to reason

   like Margie was convinced she had turned into a kitten

Marcel Proust joins the debate his views 

   on the constructs of relationships so great

For too many souls, lost in the darkness of their minds 

   it maybe is already too late

.

Understanding root causes will make you less vulnerable 

   to future episodes, is a line that I heard

Addressing the facts with a cognitive stance 

   based on an intelligent supposition

A statement of truth in the context of a mental contusion

   a potential psychotic delusion

Whilst the analyst constructs, in the course of time

   to find a healing solution

.

Medication, pills and tranquillisers 

   often are the equalisers in the psyche’s restoration

the treatments for the workings of the mind 

   often in the past so unkind, wrought an evolution

to stave off any ridicule and pain 

   the victims of the shame of becoming less than human

I myself met the horrors of electro-therapy 

   in the face of a beautiful young woman

.

Mari Antoinette, the Shah of Abu Dhabi

   Good Queen Bess, characters of minds illusions

Jesus, Budha or Rasputin, the mad monk

   where imaginations ritual become the minds new spiritual

As the opium of the weird and the wonderful 

   may be forced upon them by the constraints of religion

This travesty becomes the more obscure 

   the more that politics override a natural sedition

.

Jackson does not throw his paint so much 

   as let it fall, he pours it all like oil upon the floor

A lottery ball, a wooden floor, a mad dogs paw, 

   a detective story, a what the butler saw,

The unfathomable fathomed, our reason 

   is not diminished, our rationale is partitioned

Jackson is confirmed by Saint Margaret of Cortona

   her misery atoned, the dependants would all own her

.

At Pollock Shores I stand and greet the dawn 

   and the soon incoming tide.

The waves of ‘bright’ and health and healing

   to mend this broken ceiling

This paranoiac feeling, like we are all just dreaming 

   and victims of the scheming

Whereas in fact the walls are not chianti red 

   but dressed in shiraz black

    .    

    edenbraytoday 22.11.2020

. .. a poem concerning mental illness .. .

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its another bailey .. . begin

THE LOST JOURNAL 1980’s

its a bailey.. . its a bailey .. . using no traditional punctuation begin .. .

 …   its a bailey .. .   5 June 1986 .. .   edenbraytoday

Authors Note:– I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

I have enjoyed reading them, almost as though they were written by someone else. They speak of aspirations, of faith and hope which is what I believe we all need right now. There is a nice Kerouac naturalness about them too so I’m going to put them here on my site for people to read and make their own mind up about them. Catalogued and Categorised –THE LOST JOURNALS 1980’s

Also, I am reminded of the great wordsmith and troubadour BOB DYLAN, a personal mentor and inspiration to me, who has said that on reading the early songs he wrote back in his twenties from albums like the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan – that he doesn’t recognise the person who wrote them anymore. Of course Dylan is in fact the supreme enigma and says a lot of stuff but then we all do, don’t we?

We all metamorphosise, evolve in our appearance and the words we use but essentially remain the same. These poems, essays and thoughts were just skimming stones I hurled at eternity’s misty shoreline and in many days I have found them again. A cluster of stones, returned by the tide and left upon the stoney beach.

Different sizes, colours, shapes, some rough hewn, some smoothed by the eternal sea.

‘ . .. make up your own mind, all the time .. . ‘

.

edenbraytoday

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 13 – FARADILLO’S RAIN

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 13 – POEM 11

To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.

This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.

I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work.  – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)

PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B  – TODAY  – the Poem – FARADILLO’S RAIN  : ~ 

.   .   .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

.   .   .

FARADILLO’S RAIN .. .

.

In consequence the old man had nothing more that he could say

Who sat searching and rocking his chair that August-bitten day

He bathed in the moonlight, in the starlight down Faradillo’s Way

.

Cascading lights like sober dreams trickling through larva rocks

And Bernadette her hands so course of care combing ivory locks

Marvellous the sun-dried dial turned wide to hide lost grazing flocks

.

Who jacked the steering wheel hard and set it bold to centre square?

Or carried through the mobile crew who paused naked without a care?

And Dale Maloney singing wild throughout the night the truest song

.

                                                                                         edenbraytoday16.02

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SIGHT GONE .. .

THE LOST JOURNAL 1980’s

SIGHT GONE .. . 

.

Marlene, can you see me?

    can you feel the touch of my hand?

    does life revolve or go up and down?

Are the flowers blooming?

    and are you pretty today Marlene?

Are your hands soft?

    and gentle fingers, fine and young?

Does your hair hang loosely, 

    falling on your shoulders?

Is your face fresh and ruddy

    your lips like petals

Do your eyes sparkle

    glisten with joy and love?

Can I hold you in my arms Marlene?

    will you understand?

I cannot enjoy you without Marlene

    I cannot feel your youth

And you are young Marlene

    and I am old

Any you are warm Marlene

    and I am cold

..

                           edenbraytoday14.06.1986

.   .   .

Authors Note: I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

I have enjoyed reading them, almost as though they were written by someone else. They speak of aspirations, of faith and hope which is what I believe we all need right now. There is a nice Kerouac naturalness about them too so I’m going to put them here on my site for people to read and make their own mind up about them. Catalogued and Categorised – THE LOST JOURNALS 1980’s

Also, I am reminded of the great wordsmith and troubadour BOB DYLAN, a personal mentor and inspiration to me, who has said that on reading the early songs he wrote back in his twenties from albums like the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan – that he doesn’t recognise the person who wrote them anymore. Of course Dylan is in fact the supreme enigma and says a lot of stuff but then we all do, don’t we?

We all metamorphosise, evolve in our appearance and the words we use but essentially remain the same. These poems, essays and thoughts were just skimming stones I hurled at eternity’s misty shoreline and in many days I have found them again. A cluster of stones, returned by the tide and left upon the stoney beach.

Different sizes, colours, shapes, some rough hewn, some smoothed by the eternal sea.

‘ . .. make up your own mind, all the time .. . ‘

.

edenbraytoday

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HAPPY CHRiSTMAS EVERYONE

HAPPY CHRiSTMAS EVERYONE!

❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎

To those who love me, to those who hate me

To those who revere me, to those who fear me

To those who ‘don’t get’ me or subscribe to me

To those who like me, read me  or respect me

To those ambiguous or those who don’t really know me

Keep reading what you like, keep believing in your site

Keep writing it all down, keep living and keep giving 

and hey chill out cos’ Christmas never ends .. .

unless you want it to! 

Be strong and be outrageous .. . edenbraytoday

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 12 – THE ART MAN I

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 12 – POEM 10

To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.

This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.

I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work.  – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)

PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

 

Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B  – TODAY  – the Poem – NOLI TIMERE ~ DO NOT BE AFRAID  : ~ 

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MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

.   .   .

 

THE ART MAN – I

The Picture of Jesus

A look of recognition, the sun streaming making abstract shapes on the new, suspended ceiling, a Miro!

She stepped through the door, I harboured a good feeling, a pantechnicon crashed past blocking the sun intermittently and heading south

The light in the shop flickered as though the fluorescents by the door needed a new starter, nothing like the fireworks that were to follow after

I disappeared from view into the cool, half-lit stock room where we stored piles of Beswick, Coopercraft and other gifty boxes

In the corner, stored safely in large, manilla bags, some wrapped in corrugated – the completed, framing orders waited

She seemed a fragile and inconsequential soul but for all that, obviously she loved some kind of Jesus

She had seemed damaged by religion, fragile, emotional, somewhat irrational I thought but you have to appear non-judgemental

Yet the way now that she was standing at the counter made me nervous, the expectation was tangible, though the lights had stopped their flashing

I try to put my customers at ease, you must use so much discretion, send the message in your eyes, ‘we only aim to please’

Two weeks before she had bought it in, a triangular thing knotted at the back, in texture and in colour, a monks habit, a hessian sack

‘Its a picture of our Lord’, I could tell, ‘you’ll take great care of it I hope’, I thought I heard her say – those words always make your day!

Well, what can you say? ‘Lets get down on our knees and pray?’ I mentioned it to Michael as I always thought to do

The traffic outside was noisy, light played again over the pictures on the wall – a Turner, a Gainsborough, an Utrillo, a random bag of daubs 

I questioned with myself should I tell her no, just tell her where to go or try to sort it out, leave Michael to decide

Michael, he retorted she’s pulled the stitches far too tight – I’ll have to damp it, stretch it, see if it comes out all right

Michael calls on Fridays, before the weekend-trade, Saturdays always are the busy day, busy people just got paid

We unpacked her tapestry almost as the golden sun streamed through our picture window for the first time that day

And Jesus shone, the lumps had gone, the triangle square, I in awe of total transformation, a miraculous resurrection

How does it look?, her question was intense as I peeled back the sellotape and pulled her Jesus from the bag – ‘I think you will be pleased’

I’m sure the sun only shines through that window and it was hot, hell-hot, I never saw a face so changed, so anguished

Mary Magdalene, by Raphael did not paint such a joyless study, her face, by observation replaced by Dante’s view of Hades in Van Eyck’s ‘Last Judgement’

This needlepoint disciple, her chagrin broke, her face contorted, Saint Peter spoke, hot spears of tears squeezed out from her eyes

‘What has he done?’ she lamented, like my Jeremiah, a cardboard poster I kept of Rembrandt’s famous study, I considered him my buddy

I used my Jeremiah to back my daily sales graph, it hung on the store-room door, I tried to reason, ‘Honestly, our framer really could have done no more’

It was twisted, it was pulled, it had almost been de-wooled, out of shape, wouldn’t budge – the work that Michael did was splendrous, Jesus, please defend us 

The customer is always right, this poor creature’s face now ashen-white, blushing in the cheeks, where a women’s tears will always make you guilty

A monochrome in grief, despite my disbelief, she tugged at my conscience as I had tugged relentlessly at her abysmal tapestry, with no joy!

‘I don’t know what to say, I’m not sure you understand, what my picture-framer has achieved is quite beyond belief’

Her attitude had changed from sad to sassy, there was definitely more behind this complicated lassie, ‘I hate it!’ she cried.

Well, here comes the great capitulation, not the famed oil of Velazquez 1635, just one more dent in my jaundiced view of humanity

Standing behind my oak and plate glass counter I offered now this little weeper to send it back or make it cheaper – she took it cheaper

The Pillars of Deceit by Michael Lang come to mind, so was the broken lady really so cast down? Could I tell my framer his work had been maligned? 

And how can Jesus happy be in a cheaper casing, how can this lady sleep at night with her Jesus hanging, stretched and mounted on her wall?

edenbraytoday 18.09

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 11 – LONDON TOWN BY THE DIRTY WATER

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 11 – POEM 9

To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.

This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.

I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work.  – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)

PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

 

Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B  – TODAY  – the Poem – LONDON TOWN BY THE DIRTY WATER  : ~ 

.   .   .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

.   .   .

 

LONDON TOWN BY THE DIRTY WATER .. .

( LONDON TOWN BY THE PURPLE WATER )

.. .

Walked from the West End to Streatham once 

   we had been out on the razzle-dazzle

Lived there later, I knew London Town

  it’s back streets and its souvenir trail

I drew street women in art classes at St Martins

   met the tallest man in Britain

When Holborn, Longacre and Covent Garden

   still showed signs of  the forties war

The Garrick, Queens, Adelphi, Dominion

   the theatres were old and cold and lived-in

.

Salt-beef sandwiches on rye with mustard

   from the Turkish Bar in Garrick Street

Or the Sandwich-Man with spotless hands

   in his tiny shop of mirrors and three bar stools

Hamleys, The Wedgewood Shop down in Regents Street

   turn left at Oxford Circus, up the road

Past Selfridges and the Bond Street stores to Marble Arch 

   and heaven, which is Mayfair! – then left again

Down, opposite the Park, where the Bunnies hopped

   next to the elegant Dorchester Hotel!

.

So many the places, so many different coloured faces

   don’t forget to mention the art,

Walking over Waterloo Bridge to see the Messiah

   or the Moody Blues at the Festival Hall

The buildings, museums, stadiums and stations 

   and the dirty river, must not forget the dirty river

The old, cold river, the colour of liver and onions

   or the docks where it all started, this town

On the East-end side, north of the Tower 

   and Southwark, Lewisham, Greenwich

.

We were St Dunstans kids in Surrey 

   ferried around in a greenline bus

A bus de-commissioned for trips such as this 

   it soon smelled of kid’s travel-sick and piss

Then in the middle of November

   in sixties mist with that drizzled rain

A trip to the Docks, its boats, warehouses, cranes

   children of under-11 on a day-trip with Mr Weston

I now know what ‘the Origins of London’ meant

  100 miles down from the town at Thames Head

.

                                                                                         edenbraytoday18.11

‘. .. London Town by the purple water .. .’

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A GIFT OF PROG-PROSE AT CHRiSTMAS : Poetry has never been so accessible … .

TODAY, I COMPLETED A 10 MONTH PROCESS OF CHRONICLING AND CATALOGING 50 YEARS OF LITERALLY HUNDREDS OF WRITTEN POEMS AND ESSAYS COVERING AN ULTIMATELY DIVERSE AND ECCLECTIC RANGE OF 24 SUBJECTS. THESE HAVE BEEN CAREFULLY COLLATED, RE-EDITED AND PRINTED BEAUTIFULLY ON FINE PAPERS TO A CATCHY, CONTEMPORARY DESIGN-BRIEF THAT REFLECTS THE MODERN TIMES WE LIVE IN.

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INDIVIDUAL PUBLISHED POEMS AND ESSAYS

BALADIN’S DREAM XI – RISPURTHÉ   – the lost 11th tale completes the dream

I AM WILLIAM BLAKE         the influence of William Blake on the writers life

I, A SKINHEAD IN CROYDON 1968 – I, an adolescent skinhead during the 60’s

MENTAL ILLNESS                 – the writers perspective on this important subject

ORION SPEAKS                            – the mysticism of space – the realm of the god/s

RONISM                         – eb’s account of the birth of ronism – a religions critique  

RUTH – THE FINAL EDIT – finally a tribute to the authors partner of over 45 yrs

 THE TRIALS OF MILES BLACKMAN  – eb’s magnum opus – writers life in verse

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LIST OF PAMPHLETS – COLLECTIONS

ALL ABOUT WOMEN i.e. JEAN SHRIMPTON   author’s affinity with women

ALL THAT JAZZ                                                          a collection of ‘jazz’ poetry

A MYTHOLOGY                                       a collection of poetry inspired by myth

A POET AND AN ARTIST                      background influences of the artist-poet

BAILEYS                                              – memoirs using no traditional punctuation

BALADIN’S DREAM AND OTHER TALES  –   the 11 tales of Baladin + eulogy

CITIES I HAVE SEEN                               edenbray’s tribute to seven great cities

EVERYMAN – A BRAVE NEW WORLD   poems of 1970 reclaimed & rewritten

GAELIC POEMS & SHORT STORIES          edenbray explores his Gaelic ‘roots’  

LAUGHED? I NEARLY DIED    bet you never knew edenbray could be funny?

LIFE AND DEATH                                   the fragility of life and finality of death

LOVE IS NEVER ENOUGH              few are sure they have been loved enough 

MENTAL ILLNESS                                  collection of verse on this vital subject

MODERN WORKS 2020                               edenbray’s annual of verse for 2020

MISCELLANEOUS MACHINATIONS    creative-random is not a classification

OBSESSION AND DEPENDENCY   only dependents understand dependencies

SCIENCE, FAITH AND MEDITATION    we all crave a sacred and devoted life

THE LOST JOURNAL – 1980’s                             – earlier writings from the 1980’s

THE SACRED PAGES – 1980’s  – included in the Journal or available separately  

THE SPORT’S JOURNAL                                the onlooker sees most of the game 

TALL TREES AND TORN PAGES           an autobiographical omnibus of verse

TALES OF THE SWAN-DYKE                   poems written during cv-19 isolation

TEMPTATION                                          has many guises & many consequences

2 HAYSTACKS with CONVERGING LINES –                the theme is convergence

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INDIVIDUAL POEMS                  £2.50 

PAMPHLET COLLECTIONS  –    £6.OO

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REWIND .. .

REWIND .. .

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The old clock is ticking by the wall of past regrets

A redwood clock of metal parts with a heavy winder

It sticks sometime like crushed pepper in the throat

Old Jon Rutherford of the brotherhood can mend them

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To set the clock you must climb upon the mending steps

Open up the back to view the gubbins and the metal parts

This place of many starts but the clock is old and fragile

Our honest indecision lost in this labrynth of precision

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Old Jon has an oil can, knows the soul as much as any man

He’ll tinker with your tock when the pendulum has stopped

Climb the wooden steps to view or kneel to say a prayer

Wisdom is a canvas bag of tools not a book of wooden rules

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