Category Archives: Art

Arianna (From Notebook/Potential Film Project “A Note Left of Harmony”)

A Note Left Film Poster

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A Note Left Film Poster

If you didn’t write that note
misplaced on my bed
then fluttered to the floor
as the shuttered windows of shops opened and I washed,
who chose that scratchily inelegant expression in pen?

Where are you then,
more to the point,
how about now,

Why are there bullet holes in the headboard,
why reel-to-reel tape,
used, I suppose, to record a lucid non-sequential dream?
Will I go searching streets, and come back with bread
wrapped in the news
of this note

shall my mission be to find you first,
(before I get dressed?)

A Manga Artist in Rome

Drawing manga with a kid in Europe.

The child is a breathless
doodler of stories,
and they are speeding cars on a day that
an old man chooses for quiet.

Streams of explanation,
loose sense from Italian,
but his kawaii smiles translate to Japanese.

There’s a new trend for collecting plastic tokens
and cards
for a shouty game,
with a coloured bit to see through;
so the boy has, in a branded carrying pouch, five of these,
and is proud of them.

The artist can only hope it won’t be tasteless tea
that’s poured by young designers,
their worst work on these cards.

He’s happy and relieved that, at least,
the Italian kid
enjoys drawing.

If the artist remembers most art as forgetful,
there are always stories
in which clouds move,
and snow falls in the right shades,
and melts onto the projected screen
and page;

then turns to rain
for the right reasons,
at a recognisable life and pace.

Human violence
and work towards
the lasting good remains,

while there is a fire,
to cook
and speak with,
or to warm
against the embittered, clouded heart.

Good with a pencil
as long as the wind is in his grey hair
(difficult to work with),
Big eyes drawn for smiles,
that shine
on mechanical detail
behind,
giving life.

A cast of Earth’s protectors,
with wonders overturned
on their oversized eyes
to see a quest through,
make habitats into heartlands
and a heavy hunter’s steps light,
in a sky of surprise.

A rising sun asks
families of engineers
knit boisterously by know-how,
to continue human work
for all who try for sleep,
under politician’s and
polluter’s
hangar of night.

What a rising sun asks us –
a creature’s big work
with us,
for himself,
under a leaf
or a child’s umbrella,
balooning-when-he-breathes,
on the summoned travels of
both a cat and a bus.

The Spirit’s instinct,
in this kind of weather,
is to keep charmed loved ones close.

We are not our
heroes,
nor our enemies,
in cartoons.

Smiling, the green crayon disobeys the child’s orders
or listens when
something that isn’t a shape, becomes a face,
then missing,
as if he’s lost a friend,
when the Italian kid scribbles over it.

It is dismaying when a small hand lays that crayon down –
(mischievously labelled with a studio’s name)
it’s waxy eyes at rest
from the effort,
to watch
red, gold and silver robots march
over horizons,
and a pilot to man machine guns
of no consequence,
to black and grey
drone battle.

Instead of a given tree
under an air conditioner,
Saturday morning came for my generation to
watch TV,
it’s colours and cost-cutting backgrounds,
mostly all of them,
just because.

The animator offers a super-deformed smile,
the soft line a wobble
as if an unconvincing Centurion startled a Sister,
her angels guided into turquoise
inside a tattered sketchbook,
her tour on the way to confidence
that once hid
where the shadow of a steeple couldn’t reach.

It might not be too devastating to nod encouragingly
at his new friend
were it possible even in these times
for a young man to luck upon the path
that the determined old man did,
cantankerously,
and for hard work to make unbreakable sense
of story-like visions that, in turn, make
adventures of a career.

Knowing little of the language,
A passer-by or the waiter, asks for the tidy gentleman’s autograph
and, in return,
gets a small doodle of a pig,
spaghetti sauce at imagined corners.

A bicycle thief with a new camera strap,
put pennies in the Trevi Fountain,
throwing suspicion
right over his wrong shoulder;
knowing he must take
to give,

when the fountain forms a mouth for coins
and a body like sea-breeze
that you have lent your face to,
seeming to wink with eyes of hope
for every offering,
however small.

A street musician in the distance;
a child with an accordion,
knocks out a few crowd-pleasing tunes,
before being moved on by Polizia.

A misunderstanding in the air
disturbs the green, white, and red flags,
in Roma,
– high priests –

as two wizards disperse clouds,
dodge balloons and Zeppelins,
to spell out their small disagreements.

One of them is angry;
the other has welcomed his tea
timidly on a cat’s saucer.

The artist tests his famed motor skills
on the engine for a new kind of craft to fly home;
past artless security checks,
for children and their families,
looking for sky and land’s
escape
in the Terminal,
in the integrity of their entertainment.

A hesitant Spirit cameos his uncertain role in the frame.

The child returns to his mother, who smiles.

The tabletop is fixed to what looks like a column.

The distant libretto heard in police sirens
has stopped.

When the bill is settled,
under cents and euros,
despite the wind,

he imagines the Colosseum
as if he built it,
to newly-excavated blueprints, to look like something else.

He has shelves full of books about the world,
for his.

Now he’s here preparing noodles for his colleagues, throughout the night,
inbetweening,

the way
paint can turn
street light into
what father and son understand
of the day.

Announcements of Subjective Importance (x2)

Peter And The Hare on Lettrs.com

From: Earth
To: Earth
Subject: The World
CC: Christopher Columbus

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Peter And The Hare deliver notes to the world on a new website called Lettrs. Peter is finding it a good complimentary outlet for his more spontaneous attempts at whatever he’s attempting. The platform means that he can enjoy many different types of paper without harassing the stationer, and he has made friends there who are not all rabbits.

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“Better Late Than Lately Never!”

“Peter And The Hare’s Fireside Companion” E-book On Google Play Book Store

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An E-book Edition of my first illustrated collection of poems and stories, Peter And The Hare’s Fireside Companion, is now available to read on PC and any tablet or smartphone device that can access the Google Play store. It’s a sweetly-priced way of acquiring The Hare’s first conjuring trick. Click the link above  to read a generous sample of the book for free and marvel at how awesomely-quite-cool it could be to support a stranger’s strange art and poetry. Reviews are also welcome.

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Submissions Wanted for a New Publication – AndThe Project Presents…”Peformance”

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AndThe Project are calling for submissions for a new Chapbook/’zine publication for artists of all kinds inspired by the word, “Performance”.

I’m also asking for comments, suggestions, feedback, and anything to gauge how this sounds to you, whether it’s something you’d like to read/take part in, and pointers for now and in the project’s future.

More information can be found here:

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As well as a cross-discipline art, poetry and prose magazine, it is also intended as way to share insight and advice across all different kinds of experience.

Email me submissions at the stated address, too.  Questions and Enquiries welcome too.

– Peter And The Hare

In case any one has trouble reading the document, click on “Continue Reading”, below:

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Hello,

Our workshop at the SPRING! event on the 24th was such a great, exciting day with a staggering array of ideas, inspirations, and acts of poetry swirling around. It was great to meet so many new people in a room with such energy and creativity! I must thank my lovely, awesome superheroes for joining me for my first workshop, and my friend Bobba and everyone involved in bringing us together.

Now, to celebrate our success in creating and becoming superheroes, I have a limited number of copies of my book, Peter And The Hare’s Fireside Companion at the special SPRING! price of:

£5.00 + £1.00 postage

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Click Buy Now to purchase a copy of “Peter And The Hare’s Fireside Companion” via PayPal.

Also available on Lulu

Amazon.com (US) and Amazon.co.uk (UK)

And also very occasionally available on eBay

More information about this, my first illustrated collection of poems and stories, can be found here.

I will package your order brilliantly and send it promptly.

This way one can avoid both the extortionate postage costs of Lulu and the inflated price of Amazon. You can pay securely via the trusted and widely used PayPal platform in a snap. PayPal, as you may know is the same payment method used on eBay and numerous popular on-line stores, so many of you will be already familiar with its use. What’s more, you don’t need an existing PayPal customer account to make a purchase.

I’ve sourced the books directly myself and you would be buying from me directly, through the PayPal platform. This may well become a permanent solution to make things cheaper and easier for my readers.

We had a few unforeseeable hiccups at my book stall at the event, so I hope this will make up for it, and that those of you who couldn’t purchase a copy at SPRING! and were hoping to, will be able to take advantage of the reduced price here.

 

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Now Available! – Peter And The Hare’s Fireside Companion

TO ALL READERS!

We invite you to try our book!

Now Available at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk!

Peter and the Hare are now to be found in the form of an illustrated volume.

Being the Adventures of –

“One man and his hare, and the events into which you are inescapably invited. Please wipe your feet before you enter the room.”

Peter and his Hare have made what they deem to be CERTAINLY THE BEST selections from the history of this web-place, presenting them in their DEFINITIVE FORM.

Sirs Peter and said Hare present their WORKS OF POETRY, STORIES AND IMAGES, COLLECTED FOR THE FIRST TIME.

AVAILABLE NOW AT THE FOLLOWING ONLINE MERCHANTS:

or shop now at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk

Peter and The Hare’s Fireside Companion is like an old storybook you don’t quite remember.

Compiled by Peter Buckley since 2007, the stories in this volume follow one man and his (imaginary?) hare on a magical and irreverent journey, recounted with an absurd sense of humour, a taste for the surreal, and the nostalgic flavour of an earlier age.

These curious adventures are complimented by poems that summon up moods of innocence, joy, bewilderment, and escapism, yet are leant an aspect of quiet melancholy and dark mischief. Peter evokes forgotten libraries of dusty pages, folk songs, nursery rhymes, nightmares, bedtime stories, and inexplicable occurrences.

Assuredly strange, this book can disturb and delight, as well as appear touchingly sweet. Also included are the “naïve poems” of The Small Prince, each of which spontaneously creates a world transformed in proportion.

The pocket-sized Peter and The Hare’s Fireside Companion is small enough to be taken wherever you find the things that you fear or that give you comfort.

Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu. or shop now at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk

Where to Start, If You Want to Start, and How to Start Again.


  • I wonder if you’d like to see my poetry. Try these, if you want:

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Those are my personal favourites, however some may find poems like Christmas and Bubble or even Bed-Time Story more accessable.

With the support of my friend Paul I did a few, I hope, fairly interesting works for The Orchid Room, his  collaborative poetry blog.  At The Orchid Room,  everyone wrote  stories concerning or related to happenings in an abandoned nightclub. One person would continue something from the narrative a previous writer started, and it carried on like that. It’s well worth reading the site, preferably from the earliest entries onwards. I don’t consider the works I did with the Orchid Room writers  my own. Rather, it is a wonderful, many peopled literary organism. However, writing those pieces was a mind-blowing experience, they are infused with a memorable collective spirit.

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A little curio that I like, composed of found images –

A while back I produced Peter And The Hare’s Commemorative Montage Comicbook. It’s essentially a visual translation of my blog, and was conceived as a souvenir for myself and visitors. It marked a concluding chapter in the history of this site, which was not an “ending” but nevertheless felt something like that at the time. The Comicbook is now simultaneously entitled Peter and The Hare’s Commemorative Collage Piano Book, in a definitive version with more pages, and exists more to be enjoyed than understood.

It is available to download directly from Peter And The Hare here, for viewing with Adobe Reader.