Feature: Marco Moone

Figures dancing inside the lantern.

2011-01-20T14:08:00.000-08:00

Drawing
Illustrating
Figures on a catwalk

Running away strutting

This little rock.

2010-02-12T10:07:00.000-08:00

Stand on a column
in the gardens
Mounted on a circular base
Cast in metal
you can tell the time
on your
shadowy phase

The revelation
of your light
Is sometimes dappled with grace
Your spirit
still-a-dancing
in this
spherical place

I know you
still TICK TOCK
'Cos the FULL MOON show
makes your
prettiness glow

I know you
still TICK TOCK
when the SUN is on the
other side
of the block

When the gardens are empty
on this little rock

SUNDIAL

Same objective different outcome.

2009-07-17T15:20:00.000-07:00

Same choir... different song

Same truth... different lie

Same employer... different position

Same day... different lover

Same artist... different media

Same promise... different infatuation

Same excuse... different reason

Same code... different secret

Same context... different connotation

Same smoke... different fire

Same menu... different restaurant

Same jibe... different insinuation

Same genre... different era

Same pond... different life

Same discovery... different mission

Same objective... different outcome

Same church... different steeple

Same person... different religion

Same colour... different hue

Same exhibition... different canvas

Same fact... different interpretation

Same meat... different gravy

Same outfit... different venue

Same motorway... different service station

Same friend... different drama

Same motive... different weapon

Same happenstance... different situation

Same festival... different tent

Same joke... different punchline

Same postcard... different vacation

Same season... different harvest

Same train... different ghost

Same journey... different destination

Now plus more time equals later on.

2009-06-25T11:35:00.000-07:00

A bat flaps across the night show
As Orion unbuckles
Now plus more time equals later on
In Harmony Tingling

As the Sun
slips off the edge
A crown points the way home
In illuminated trails
The dial envelopes the dusk
Telling the time
On the figures dancing inside The Lantern

Later on the red comes
The crimson sunset glow
In the music
A quartet competing
A crescendo refracting
An influx of shadows lingering

Later on the Moon comes
From around the corner
An explosion of slow motion
Voluminous and sailing
Full ON spinning into the night
And off again into the ocean

© MARCO MOONE 2009

How to make it up as you are going along.

2009-02-06T13:27:00.000-08:00

How to measure in millimetres.

One centimeter equals ten mm.

What this means.

It's a meridian monument.

How mode you?

Modular.

How to memorise a menu.

One feast equals ten take-a-ways.

What this feeds.

It's a big deal.

Where are you living right now?

Lately.

How to remember a dream.

One sequence equals ten juxtapositions.

What this feels.

It's a performance.

Which theatrical stage?

On.

How to keep a secret.

One lie equals ten beatific folklore's.

What this entertains.

It's an urban myth.

What period?

Realistically.

How to make it up as you are going along.

One hero equals ten thousand enemies.

When this happens.

It's common knowledge.

How do you do?

Mysteriously.

Telescopically noislessly marvelously.

2009-01-08T09:58:00.000-08:00

Vast
once blue (in a)
the deep
untouchable................................................

This way
telescopically
noiselessly
marvelously
O
Sea
of
Tranquility.

© MARCO MOONE 2009

XIII of experience.

2008-11-21T11:39:00.000-08:00

My name is of old,
my life is foretold.
Who am I?
One One Five,
Cross Park Drive.
Out of the top hat came a sight for sore eyes,
a surprise.
A tragic demise.
An honorary member of the Magic Eclipse.
A region of inverted zones, a landscape.
Very near is far away, up is down, fast is stationary.
Vanished.

© MARCO MOONE 2008

613JOSEPH1987

2008-11-21T10:58:00.000-08:00

Lend me a memory,
Send me a message,
Tell me about the times we were apart,
Come to me secretly,
Talk to me remotely,
Remind me of the times we haven't lived.
Look me in the eye,
Just try,
Don't take the mick out of me,
Or try to write your own history,
Laugh with me,
Confess your love to me eternally.

© MARCO MOONE 2008

Your wonderful letter.

2008-11-21T10:29:00.000-08:00

19-11-96 Dearest N Flat3-SE27

Thank you so much for your wonderful letter,
which has cheered me up enormously.
It came as quite a surprise actually,
but I knew it wouldn't be long before we wrote to each other.
Although you were right,
I did need some time to get my verbs (act) together.
It seems like so long ago since we sat on my airbed,
in my empty flat upon the eve of my departure.

© MARCO MOONE 2008

Long gone is the throng.

2008-09-19T04:54:00.000-07:00

The noon service to the Moon.

A unique opportunity.

T'journey t'Sea=Tranquility.

Just a day away, they say.

The station clock hands darted,

as the Full Moon Express departed.

Was that the Full Moon Express?

The train -that was standing on Platform 8-?

Missed it!

MIND THE GAP / the platform edge!

Closing now is the gate.

But for seconds late.

The portal passed.

The whistle blew.

I know it's crazy, but it's true.

Emerging from a foggy wake.

Giant steps cannot foresake.

Long gone is the throng.....of lunar tourists,

selenologists, artists and mystics.

Next service, next MOON'th

Or 27 days, come what may.

Gothic Keywords.

2008-09-14T08:04:00.000-07:00

Vesica piscis.
Unicursal triquetra.
Pentacle, triangle, circle, cross.

Geometry.

Inverted pentagram.
Five pointed.
Medallion, chalice, crown.

Finger, palm, symbolism.
Font, altar, temple, tomb.

Window, matrix, motif, axe.
Dagger.
Lamb, skull, heart, bat.
Eye.

Revival, oak leaf emblem.

© MARCO MOONE 2008

The bongo beating heart of love.

2008-09-02T05:18:00.000-07:00

Here's to the gardeners who grow it.
At the flower festival they show it.
Nature enthralled.
In full bloom for all.

Here's to the tailors who sew it.
Upon the city gent they throw it.
Fitted smooth and proud.
As seen in the crowd.

Here's to the pilots who fly it.
Goggles magnificent in pursuit of it.
Dive bomb 1-2-3 hundred and sixty degree.
A life flash by in front of thee.

Here's to the poets who know it.
Inscribe in rhyme for the flow of it.
The time and the mood.
Waltzing words interlude.

Here's to the musicians who play it.
Orbital orchestra, tea dance and trumpet.
The bongo beating heart of love.
The vaulted voice of an angel above.

1994
© MARCO MOONE 2008

Bend over the sink.

2008-09-01T01:26:00.000-07:00

Let me wash your hair.
Hair that falls in curls.
Let my hand wander through the strands.
Let me drench you.
Anointing your head.
With aqua from holy vase.
Holding you in my grasp.
Fingers lingering.
Watching the water flowing away.
1990

© MARCO MOONE 2008

Mundane.

2008-08-24T15:07:00.000-07:00

scene

day landscape

invitation minute play

diamond culled second view

occasion steel copy white palace

exact event lead plagiarism year stage

tomb correct happen gold counterfeit hour act

applause shroud precise occurrence iron mimic decade portrait

tower cheer wake construct programme jet model century curtain

jade wound dumb birth vague mundane mercury genuine infinity void

blood pinnacle shout ash definitive consequence glass sham millennium

cherry spire whisper loss absolute moment quartz substitute

poppy ariel hum extinct positive result silver

ruby antennae laugh vigil right possession

danger column sing epitaph law

amber stake whistle murder

claret mast jeer

revolving statue

Mars

1998

The post apocalyptic vacation to the forgotten quarry.

2008-08-18T11:51:00.000-07:00

The post apocalyptic vacation to the forgotten quarry.
Collage
culled from skecthbook #92
page of book
leaf of sketch
turn of phrase
slight of hand
screwed up
start over
temperature of line
architectural conversion
like a prayer

(on your marks...)
© MARCO MOONE 2008

Graffiti untouchable.

2008-08-13T11:37:00.000-07:00

WOW. Your sketches are amazing, I am dumbfounded. Could my scribbles have inspired you? I hope so, but of your captions?

WOW. Your story telling is astonishing, I am engrossed. Could my subtext have directed you? I hope so, but of your style?

WOW. Your grasp of tone is astounding, I am enthralled. Could my texture have allured you? I hope so, but of your colour?

WOW. Your mark marking skills are professional, I am challenged. Could my eraser have mystified you? I hope so, but of your graffiti?

Poem inspired by sketches from Untouchable Earth.
© MARCO MOONE 2008

There was once a sway of roaring majesty.

2008-08-11T10:29:00.000-07:00

The tree.
The neighbours raised the money,
they hired a tree surgeon.
Friday; the said came to take the tree away.

There was once a sway of roaring majesty.

leaves,
Now sunshine spills into every garden corner,
no shadow breaking.
In Autumn no leaves are falling,
messing up the patio.

seeds.
Behold the tree lives on,
in bonsai format,
a seed is shooting,
as a souvenir.

Long live the tree,
formulated and controlled by laboratory me.
1998
© MARCO MOONE 2008

Kerching pring pring dong.

2008-08-05T10:11:00.000-07:00

The phone, the kiosk / floor / bench.
Where do you come from?
It's happening?
Partial eclipse.
Many, many wows.
2 Jesus' and 1 Oh my God.
Planet Tit.
Totally awesome.
Hold on tight, we're going in!
The pride procession.
The street party.
The after party.
Wow, is it today you're here?
Kerching, pring, pring, dong.
I'm just a drifter Biff.
Biff, I'm driftin'.
Biftin' Driff.
We dance better over water.
Le bag magique.
The Whistler and the whistle off.
What's your bicycle called?
My, my, my, Delilah.
Fags, fags, fags.
Designer vagina.
Why can't everywhere be a little bit more like this place, eh?
You're the one that I want.
Smokey Joe.
Absinthe.
To the beach.
Code Red, le sac est ouvert.
A la fal a fel.
I am bored, give me money.
The fabulous foursome.
What an ensemble!
I was just pissing by...
WOW.
The working girls.
Black and gold.
Roller blading.
Are you a stomper or a dodderer?
Bread and cheese.
Are you on Facebook?
Lost / laugh & dance.
Such a wicked time...
Forward slash, back slash.
Any old slash.
I thought he was gonna steal my bag...
I though everybody was trying to steal, le bag magique.
Definitely go back - no question.
Kerching, pring, pring, dong.

See the campsite phone box sketch. (click)
© MARCO MOONE 2008

Communication failure - Romance.

2008-07-26T14:13:00.000-07:00

Ineffective communication can be disastrous...
as it goes...

send for ammunition we are going to advance,

send for three and four pence we are going to a dance.

Here's my extended adaptation of the same couplet...?

send for an expert in endurance,

send for an harmonious convergence.

send for the reckless in due diligence,

send for the maligned with an old grievance.
send for our aeroplane we are going to France,
send for umpteen roses, this is a serious romance.
send for the paracetamol, we are in a trance,
send for the tightrope, on which we can balance.
send for some hot water to quell the incandescence,
send for that impresario with the genetic dalliance.
send for the conjoined twins with their amazing entrance,
send for a prodigy to share another performance.

send for many desserts of pure indulgence,

send for a memory which you cannot enhance.
send for the contestant with the most elegance,
send for that quintessential fading fragrance.

enough.....fluorescence,
the end of the experience.

Syzygy Totality Tuesday o1o8o8

2008-07-25T12:22:00.000-07:00

It's a coming,

Yes, it's 'ere...aligning up.

It's a coming...

...time waits for no~one

Syzygy...

See three on location,

from the same gravitational system.

Along a straight line,

Universal Time.

010808

Poem about synergy, sunflowers or circles.

2008-07-22T08:30:00.000-07:00

If you are searching for a poem about...synergy, sunflowers or circles...

Synergy.
It tastes like a museum.
It feels like a railway station.
It looks like a melody.
It smells like a commotion.
It sounds like a sundial.

Sunflowers.
Captured an hour ago.
Sunflowers in a breeze...
Sometimes nodding.
Rocking.
Sometimes still.
Real time audio.
Traffic.
Dog barking.
Wind chiming.
Tingling.
Setting sun.
Pinging.
Bursting.
Two and a half minutes.

Circles.
Three minutes and three seconds.
Splashes of concentric circles on the canal.
Under the railway bridge.
The sun slipping behind the stonework of the early morning birdsong.
Echo splash reverberating.
A continuation of concentric circles.

Share my differentiation.

2008-07-19T10:22:00.000-07:00

All of you are amazing,
Most of you, I will remember,
Some of you have touched my soul.

All of you, may your dreams come true this Summer,
Most of you, go international,
Some of you can stay at home.
© MARCO MOONE 2008

FM1-7

2008-03-19T12:56:00.000-07:00

My portrait of a Full Moon.

FQ8-14

2008-03-19T12:51:00.001-07:00

Boxed - First Quarter.

NM15-21

2008-03-19T12:11:00.001-07:00

A window on the World.