Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Travis Fimmel is Ragnar Lothbrok in Vikings on History












the careless abundance
of his hair


such profusion
is wanton
an extravagance
of genetics
...

or a generous gift from god?




eyes indescribable

one minute ice,
one minute lightning

striking
heart-stopping
breath-taking

the sky, the sea, the fire
the storm, the mist,
the rain
the elements
and
every kind of weather
in the compass
of an hour
or the duration
of a day




For more on Travis Fimmel, Ragnar, Vikings, Athelstan, George Blagden, see Vikings on History: Ragnar/Travis Fimmel and Athelstan/George Blagden and TV Series: Versailles on BBC2. If you preferred Rollo (Clive Standen), see my review of his new series, Taken.









Sunday, 26 July 2015

john malkovich as the 'unfathomable' gilbert osmond in 'the portrait of a lady'



malkovich makes me
mix my metaphors

the
basilisk stare
rock steady
unflinching
grey slate eyes
say nothing
and everything
over and over
insistence in
bloodless lids
half-lowered

crocodile calm

caught
trapped in his weblike traces
clingy tendrils
immobilise
make you quiet
submit to his will
passion is petrified
a cobra
coiled for the kill
seduces with stillness
seduces you still

the voice
a whisper, a promise, a threat
a soft chill
it slides like a slug across the nape of your neck
and bites

something scary
something sexy
something in control

makes you lose control





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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

gordon gano - (im)pure charisma

he pleads
he needs
he’s on his knees
he pants
he purrs
he prays

he lies
implies
he pacifies

he’s free
he sells
he pays

part-serpent in the garden
part-jesus on the cross
he slithers and he suffers
for everything we’ve lost

only listen

so intense
he’s so insistent
this eternal adolescent
in the picture in my head
i never was a follower
but by him i could be led

leans in close to whisper
stammers to a sigh
sinks to quiet menace
and meets the camera’s eye
at once he’s kind of innocent
twice he’s sort of sly

a warning and a siren
leads you down
and leads you on
with a shout, he is triumphant
he can trump you
with a song

mutters and he stutters
mumble rises to a scream
so affected
so affecting
this breathless sexy teen

[whispers and he wonders
accuses and condemns
but merciful and mischievous
he saves you yet again

roars and rises from the ashes
phoenix soaring from the flame
he would be your gordon gano
and you would be born again]