CAMERA OBSCURA

HOCKNEY

 

shots of light

mesmerizing the surface of the pool

 

his LA exile

looking like bad photography

 

surfaces bisected

by light and shade and colour

a flat pack world

 

not as you might imagine

unlimited blue water

reflecting the vast sky

 

a static take

on that vibrant splash

 

his real interest

the intersection of that boy

with this water

the way the white bottom bobs

 

CAVAFY

 

the barbarians are still needed

a century on

Xenophobia justifying itself

 

his quest began

looking into the eyes of old men

and ended with the splendidly oiled body

of that remembered youth

a journey without end

as if that were the meaning

Alexandria a way point

to exile   Ithaka an ideal

 

loss and longing

 

(his Fourteen Poems illustrated with

line drawings by Hockney)

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