Giles Watson's poetry and prose
Monster Field
A series of homages to Paul Nash. (More photos in the comments below.)
Monster Field
Sutherland painted the work of bombs
On paper factories choked with smoke:
Delacroix’s tiger leered and prowled,
Paper-rolls were boles of oak.
When Piper painted Coventry
Gothic arches lit by blasts,
The fires of burning houses made
The window-lights, for want of glass.
When Nash forsook his box of paints
And took his camera to the field,
Trunks turned feral, leered and snarled,
Canines almost unconcealed.
When Attenborough films a nest
Of ants at war, or when we plan
To cluster-bomb, or fly a Drone,
Which is brutal? Beast or man?
Poem by Giles Watson, 2010.
Monster Field
A series of homages to Paul Nash. (More photos in the comments below.)
Monster Field
Sutherland painted the work of bombs
On paper factories choked with smoke:
Delacroix’s tiger leered and prowled,
Paper-rolls were boles of oak.
When Piper painted Coventry
Gothic arches lit by blasts,
The fires of burning houses made
The window-lights, for want of glass.
When Nash forsook his box of paints
And took his camera to the field,
Trunks turned feral, leered and snarled,
Canines almost unconcealed.
When Attenborough films a nest
Of ants at war, or when we plan
To cluster-bomb, or fly a Drone,
Which is brutal? Beast or man?
Poem by Giles Watson, 2010.