“Rosewood” an artwork, a poem and a song by Tony Chapman.

ABOUT ME AND MY ART

Painting

Poem

Song

Painting

“Dancers kissing” by Tony Chapman (oil on Canvas)

Poem


Andromeda’s Cave – poem by Tony Chapman.
Andromeda’s Cave

1.
Unbearable sadness. 
25 years: GONE ... please God ...

2.
I pleasantly wave:
 
from the ditch 
to the chandelier,
from the hemp sacks (empty and piled high), 
to the silk,
from the gloating, uninformed ones,
to the big turquoise bird.
and the tiny scarlet bird, 
(sharing the same tree).

I happily sit at the feet of giants 
and count my blessings 
and pour them into my tiny silk bag, 
and put it in my inside pocket for safe keeping.
 
I pleasantly turn in my sleep and dream 
of heavy curtains being drawn back
to reveal a morning sun.

" Hello, Sun," I say. 

"Greetings from Andromeda’s Cave," 
  the Sun answers.




Song

“First Place” by Tony Chapman

First Place:  words and music by Tony Chapman

I'm gonna make me free, I'm gonna make me be 
What I wanted to be in the first place
I'm in the first place now

Everyone I teamed up with 
I thought would make things right
They must surely know the answer, 
help me see the light
But I stayed stuck at the beginning, 
now I’m on my feet and I'm singing

I'm gonna make me free, I'm gonna make me be 
What I wanted to be in the first place
I'm in the first place now

I tried out what the government said, 
I tried out television
I tried out what newspapers read, 
I let them cloud my vision
I tried to be a rebel without a cause, 
now I'm coming back,  through the front doors

Listen to your soul, she knows best
Someone said the mind will turn on you if its needs are not expressed

Inst:  

I listened to my parents, I listened to the teachers
I listened to my girlfriend, I listened to the preachers
A good Christian boy, I never sinned
Now I'm only going to listen to the wind

I'm gonna make me free, I'm gonna make me be 
What I wanted to be in the first place
I'm in the first place now
I'm in the first place now,  I'm in the first place now

“Jasmin” an artwork, a poem and a song.

ABOUT ME AND MY ART

Painting

Poem

Song

Painting

“Fairground”

Poem

“Walking On Eggshells”

Walking On Egg-shells.

walking on: eggshells, cornflakes, drawing pins, 
with no sound
grasping at straws
no no-man's-land singing tonight 

only plummeting angels, who whisper fairytales 
as their feathers scatter and their golden and black, curly, flowing hair 
stretches out behind them, 
undisturbed robins, chirruping in its folds and fissures  
and sparkling, elegant strands. 

Plummeting, they all go, 
whistling, at last, no-man's land songs, 

cups, saucers and saucepans 
scattering behind them.



Song

5th Element

“Azure Blue” Picture, Poem and Song



“Aliens 1” by Tony Chapman

 Come In Number Five.
Poem by Tony Chapman - finished.
 
 
Come In Number Five.
 
“Come in number five, your time is up.”
 
Life is an endless, showprize conveyor-belt
the same a thousand miles back as a thousand miles ahead
 
and all the prizes glitter
and are useless.
 
ah,
but my memories
are mine
and they torture
 
just like hope.

Love Has Caught Me … verse 3 (verse 4 in next blog )

then you turn around, I hear the sound of your footsteps as they walk to me

then I touch your hand, and no-man’s land  is no-longer surrounding me 

LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME

“Amber” Poem, Picture and Song

Hi. Tony here.

3 Surreal creations by me . .. to ease you, gently, into the new year:

Happy New Year everyone.




Drawing by Tony Chapman.


Bedtime Poem by Tony Chapman.
 
I'm riding the hint of a wave
as the twisting clouds expand and contract 
and the birds whirl, grey and pink
amongst its billowing whiteness, above me
 
Continuum: 
Mum's overcoat is under the ground  
Dad's overcoat is there too
life is too ludicrous for words
 
perhaps only writing is real
 
now to sleep, as the night falls 
and the last-post bugle blows
 
and the man in the moon closes his eyes.
 
Now I'm 
running
up a hill 
blue sky
watching grey and pink birds
flying below me
looking at their feathered backs
 
an unusual sight.




LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME
written by Tony Chapman
Verse 1 only (verse 2 in next blog):

I   tumble and spin, want to get in

but I’m stuck out here in no-man’s land

I knock on you’re door, I want you more

but you’re slipping right through my hand

LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME

“cowboy hat number 5” by Tony Chapman.

Spark of Life song by Tony Chapman VERSE 1  …

(VERSE 2 coming soon)

when the road is broken and the path is bent
when words that were spoken didn’t say what they meant
when a rabbit is caught by an inocent eagle’s claw
the spark  of life is still there  to reach for

harmonica thoughts

I started playing harmonica at 15 yrs old. I only just found out I can tune it, replace reeds , keep it going forever it, maintain it. The number of harmonicas I threw away and bought new ones which were very often, also out tune or not in concert pitch. Now I find out I completely wrong …all because of the INTERNET!

🙂 it’s a like miracle actually. I could rarely find a harmonica that would play in tune with the piano. Now I can actually tune them!

Maze Drawings by Tony Chapman

spontaneous writing on my very own blog: hurtles, backfiring, over the crescent of the yellow hill, dazzled by sunflowers and a myriad daisies and yellow tulips and multiple suns and I’ve been brain washed to thinking what I write and draw can never be quite good enough… what do you think?

Poem by Robert Desnos

Robert Desnos

I’ve Dreamed of You So Much

I’ve dreamed of you so much that you’re losing your reality.
Is it already too late for me to embrace your living and breathing body
and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice so dear to me?
I’ve dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown accustomed to lying crossed upon my own chest in a desperate attempt to encircle your shadow, might not be able to unfold again to embrace the contours of your body.
And coming face-to-face with the actual incarnation of what has haunted me and ruled me and dominated my life for so many days and years
might very well turn me into a shadow.
Oh equilibriums of the emotional scales!
I’ve dreamed of you so much that it might be too late for me to ever wake up again.
I sleep on my feet, body confronting all the usual phenomena of life and love, and yet when it comes to you,
the only being on the planet who matters to me now,
I can no more touch your face and lips than I can those of the next random passerby.
I’ve dreamed of you so much, have walked and talked and slept so much with your phantom presence that perhaps the only thing left for me to do now
is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadowy
than that shadow which moves and will go on moving,
stepping lightly and joyfully across the sundial of your life.

A la mystérieuse 1926

Maze Drawing 104 by Tony Chapman

Diary extract 20-12-15

19-12-15
so, finally made ANOTHER Clay figure! while tele was on – washing machine working quite well, will make bed tomorrow (Ikea bed).
20-12-15
well it seems I really do have  a digital diary I am using to record my thoughts , it really does work. Lying in bed at 6:00 am!

NOW, in Hema shop / restaurant, Santa Claus brass band have slowly meandered in among the tables of people chattering and clinking china. They are all dressed like Santa’s and are playing christmas music of course me? I’m eating a kaasbroodje. at this round while table as the day outside the shop window… darkens. A MIX of cultures at these round white tables , different languages dance side by side through the air … different clothes , costumes, head wear, me, I’m, a bit crazy, l’m eating soft cake now, I guess I’m clogging up my veins, but I did run this morning and cycled here , and I’ am so, so, happy to be writing morning pages / blog, / diary. …