The clear water of Guadarrama
is channeled as if it were waste water
through twentieth century concrete

Sleepy after looking at Max Beckmann,
everything has a black outline:
the spaces between couples…

Cézanne’s old gardener
with tree on his jacket,
and sand on his trousers

What defines an edge (of a leg?)
is tentative – sky under a chair –
a mask, swirling colours, a flat hat

All the instruments, saying
‘We’ll carry on your work.’


Jay died on December 30 2019. Cancer, blast it. Kathleen Raine once said he was “unlocker of imprisoned souls.” And that made him happy. RIP. We’ll miss him.


Christopher Twigg

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