Christopher Arksey

Mar 15, 2024 | northeastpost.co.uk | Ali Lewis |Christopher Arksey |John Clarke |Barry Reay

artsOwlIs my favourite. Who flieslike a nothing through the night,who-whoing. Is a featherduster in leafy corners ring-a-rosy-ingboles of mice. Twiceyou hear him call. Whois he looking for? You hearhim hoovering over the floorof the wood. O would you be goldrings in the driving skullif you could? Hooded andvulnerable by the winter sunsowl looks. Is the grain of barkin the dark. Round beaks are atwork in the pellety nest,resting. Owl is an eyein the barn. For a holein the trunk owl’s bloodis to blame.

Mar 10, 2024 | yorkshiretimes.co.uk | Ali Lewis |Christopher Arksey |John Clarke |Barry Reay

artsAn Experiment on a Bird in the Air PumpIs a recreation,revised again by Wright,with the lark replaced by a grey cockatiel,witnesses repaintedwith faces of patrons,and the philosopherborrowed from a study by Frye,so the dim observers,who weren’t there, can’t have seenit open one moonlit wingas the pressure fellas if the last thing it feltwas it felt like flying.

Feb 23, 2024 | yorkshiretimes.co.uk | Ali Lewis |Christopher Arksey |John Clarke |Barry Reay

Seventeenth century poet and priest, George Herbert’s, devotional poem reaches forward into our own time, not so much in terms of religious observance – the articles of Christian faith and belief are in apparently irreversible decline – but rather in tone. A free-flow of metaphors for prayer, for approaches to prayer, and for objects of devotion, Herbert’s otherwise formal sonnet is studied yet impressionistic, an inventory of themes rendered associatively.