Pleasure and Joy in the Uncertainty of Life
It is a shock to realise that I haven’t posted since February last. It seems both my world and the globe in general is in upheaval. Pandemic recovery, climate uncertainty, energy insecurity, not to mention a series of continuing wars across continents, are unnerving. We would all be forgiven for our descent into depression, anxiety and fear for the future. I find that I have to battle the downward trend in order to keep going. I have to keep myself firmly in the “now” and to recognise what is useful around me. Right this minute I am battling my own tech ignorance trying to shape this page. It is a slow trial and error endeavour, but I must keep going, determined to get it up and running. I am grateful for health, and for the level of activism around me working to offset the negatives, at all levels across the human experience. Music has always soothed me and energised me. Over the years art has captured my appreciation, both the gift of the artist and the uplifting of their subjects. So as a return, I thought to point to a wonderful artist, Lavinia Fontana, whose exhibition was held recently in the National Gallery. I loved this piece, particularly for the cheeky sensuality of the piece. It prompted a poem which is also here. Enjoy and send me encouraging feedback, we are all in need of it.
Venus and Mars
Painted by Lavinia Fontana
He has the tanned body of an outdoor warrior,
his open hand clasping her naked left buttock,
Her flesh is tinged a glowing pink
as if the exertion of the tryst traversed
her whole gorgeous skin.
His glint is like a mad stare, searching her face.
Cupid sprawls asleep on the bed behind,
satiated by their passionate outburst.
The purple maroon of the rear drapes
drip with an orgiastic pallor pointing up
the post coital glow of their bodies.
Sex bounces palpably off the canvas.
Peter Clarke
23rd May 2023
Echoes of the Old on the New Battlefields
Warrior chiefs of the GAA were early on the field to prepare:
Posts and cones positioned to mark territories
Very young novices came later by parents’ chariots
clad and shod for the ensuing battles
Firstly, paced for speed, resilience and flexibility,
then marked off into opposing teams
Each warrior chief led a young squad of hopefuls
in further exercises to bring them to fit levels
There followed a huddle, an exhortation rant,
responded with clamour of intent and enthusiasm
Skirmishes began, speed across the field, hunt for the ball,
to be delivered as the goal, or to be prevented at all costs
Warrior chiefs egged on, instructed, altered the field of play
the young ’uns complied with fighting spirit
For every fall and hurt spells were cast on the side line
till fitness returned and they were entered back into play
Scores mounted, roars enhanced, casualties grew,
novices flagged and regrouped across the fields
Between bouts came the talks of encouragement
Stay back, pass, pass, pass, keep the pace.
Old hands passing skill onto new palms with dedication,
a gift of generous wisdom gladly given
Peter Clarke
20th April 2024