There’s something eternally ethereal about the mesmerism of clouds which only poets, artists can access. A miracle book – 89 Clouds. A single poem of 89 numbered reflections on an atmospheric phenomena that has tickled human imagination, breathtaking art, marvellous music.
Poem swings between the poignant & playful, meditative & mirthful, creative & challenging. Projects onto clouds a screen of simple fantasies, complex pre-occupations of adult reality. Beautiful metaphors for human experiences, maps of inner worlds, fleeting flashes of existence, we call life. A cloud is a cathedral without belief? A cloud is a mansion without corners?
Weaves stories of ancient folklore to explain unfathomable facets of natural world. If a parrot gets lost in a cloud, turns into a rainbow? Clouds are drawn by invisible birds? Mischievous – clouds cannot see what happens under an umbrella? Clouds are in love with horizons…
Every lake desires a cloud…
