Poems - JP Melville

Heart Rhythm Strong Steady Thriving 2019 jp melville Headache Sleepless Too many bottles of wine. Ringing ears Head heavy tilting Too much life for trying. Nasal sinus swollen Breath stops Short sharp stabs of pain. Heart rhythm strong steady thriving.

When The Flower Inside You Blooms 2000s jp melville What do I think? In the end, I think what I think does not matter. What do I care? In the end, caring in itself has no value. Everything comes back to action. What do I do, this is what matters. Nothing surprising. Nothing unique. Nothing new. Which leaves me only thinking That I fail to express Your value in action. So what I do is not enough. So what I do is not right. So what I do is not selfless. The three are always true, by some measures anyway: quantity morality ethics. And I have nothing to defend. I am guilty. Because I am conscious that I could always do more – and wish I could. Because I am conscious that I could always be better – and wish I could. Because I am conscious that I could always remove judgement – and I wish I could. This incident, or that. This moment, or then. This place, or there. Whatever the story, whenever th...

Losar Lhasa Tibet 2000 jp melville just listening to gg vikey Benin musician who disappeared inside himself have spent this saturday visiting with various people in their homes, eating food, drinking butter tea losar not much unlike Christmas exclude commerce and vanity of consumption so family, friends, food, timelessness like a dream i once had deja vu i n a moment of silence a young girl starts talking about her grandfather, his death, his reincarnation only myself listening, and a young woman working for the future generations folk translating in empty spaces a story from nowhere a monastery, fallen into disrepair somewhere far away, a gap through which the nuns can no longer pass... then new guests arrive more food meat the girl there gone for me, losar started three nights ago, in Tsetang, shared soup, toasts, songs, all around a wood stove a tibetan house the following night here in this hotel, w...

Enfolding This Mumbai 2001 jp melville Sleeping curled tightly on top of crumbling walls Bundles of ragged cloth, bodies, men Woman squatting, scrubbing, washing clothes Sidewalk transformed as washboard People ‑ public, private lives moulded into nakedness no colour, colourless lives of dust and grime. Street sides cracked curbs Rusted railings Muck of wash water, sewage flowing listlessly in the gutter Surprise, two churches ‑ one Catholic, one Evangelist A Hindu temple pressed in among peeling buildings Discovery hidden in a nameless alley ‑ a wedding, a tent, sense of colour splash of bright red and yellows, greens. What a multitude Every space packed with busyness, dwellings Shacks and shanties, cardboard and sisal cloth Five floor apartments, relics of the past with shuttered balconies ‑ natural air Modern glass buildings ‑ electricity dependent Printed paper advertisements plastered on portals, picke...