The Late Barry Flanagan OBE RA

Dear Barry,

One year to the day since your death.
How are things in heaven?
There are many misinterpreting you from interlopers in Ibiza
to Richard Long’s comments on your three pieces at the Royal Academy.
I write on, in competition, no doubt, with those who know you, now you are dead.
And those, of course, who must know you, cos [...]

You Can't Always Get What You Want.

Last night I went to Beach Blanket Babylon, for Sam Cutler’s Book launch.
It was an eclectic mix of anonymous, and not so anonymous, influences.
History has a sense of esotericism, in how the ‘unknown’ often have the ‘power’, the ‘known’ ‘powerful’ seek.
Oppression is related to this syndrome.
Sam Cutler, one can tell, cuts through the crap, that’s [...]

Thought on a Sunny Day.

The will of a broken warrior may reforge steel
Draw again,
The sabre of truth before any web of lies.
If a man understands the source of what is broken
Then he may mend his own heart
Fitter and lighter for the service he emerges anew,
Out of the marshes and plucks
A sword set in stone.