Sunday, 24 January 2010

London is cheating on me...

poem and photo
(Newman Passage, London) - © Jesús Montero

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It happens each time I leave London...

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London is cheating on me,

And I know it.


I feel her distance.

I hear her silence.


London is cheating on me,

God, I know it.


Aching heart,

Empty alleys.


London is cheating on me,

Temporarily.


poem and photo - © Jesús Montero

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Summer Exhibition 2010












Dear Blog Readers,

WHICH TWO PAINTINGS FROM THE LIST FURTHER BELOW SHOULD I SUBMIT to the Royal Academy of Arts’ Summer Exhibition 2010?

The theme for 2010 Summer Exhibition will be RAW: to take a look behind the exterior of the pristine, in pursuit of curiosity…

Raw can be stark, natural, unrefined, honest, bleak, tender and new.

Which two paintings from the list below do you think that I should submit to the Royal Academy?

Please, Tweet the titles of the two paintings of your choosing to:

@jesusmontero

Or email me direct, quoting the title of the two paintings.

jesusmontero@runbox.com

Many Thanks!

Jesús










Weeping Virgin

(above) She Won't Listen

(above) The Death Cheater

(above) A Cry of Despair

(above) Girl from Cordoba

(above) Portrait of Annikki Whidden

(above) Portrait of Carmen Requena

(above) Self Portrait

(above) Bird Series

(above) Bonnie, The Great Sitter

(above) Frida Kahlo

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

I’ve jumped every hurdle...


















poem and photo - © Jesús Montero

I’ve jumped every hurdle

I’ve sailed every sea

I’ve run every marathon.


So, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

I’m a toddler

All over

Again?


All over,

All over,

Again.


I’ve dealt with the summer

With the autumn and spring

Far too soon for the winter,


So, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

I’m a toddler

All over

Again?


All over,

All over,

Again.


Seen bellies of canyons.

Seen snowcapped mountain peaks.

Seen corals and starfish.


So, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

I’m a toddler

All over

Again?


All over,

All over,

Again.


There’s silver in my beard.

My life, I’ve half lived.

My face’s lined by crowsfeet.


So, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

I’m a toddler

All over

Again?


All over,

All over,

Again.


poem and photo - © Jesús Montero