Posted by: John Looker | 26 November, 2017

The Day They Discovered Gravitational Waves

‘Collecting Reality’ is an interesting site to follow. They publish poems about science, usually by scientists but yesterday they posted this one of mine:

Collecting Reality

Time was there were Han philosophers
standing on a hilltop at night
naming the Mansions of Heaven;
later, Galileo Galilei
weeping with joy at the moons of Jupiter.

Now, in sightless tunnels
beams from lasers have shivered
at ancient astral events –
and men and women around the world
pore over computations

in awe at the mathematics:
the Universe in its infancy
had arched its back and roared
and they can feel
the exhalation of its breath.

© John Looker 2016

Originally published at


”  The two LIGO gravitational wave detectors in Hanford Washington and Livingston Louisiana have caught a second robust signal from two black holes in their final orbits and then their coalescence into a single black hole. This event, dubbed GW151226, was seen on December 26th at 03:38:53 (in Universal Coordinated Time, also known as Greenwich Mean Time), near the end of LIGO’s first…

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Posted by: John Looker | 19 November, 2017

This Is Not a Hearing Aid


Magma have included this poem in their latest issue:


This Is Not a Hearing Aid

this is jewellery!
     Amaze your friends, make a statement:
         you have art, you have sculpture in each ear,
     you have taste and personality, you stand proudly
         on the new frontier of creative design.

Technology too:
     we know your insistence on quality products
         finely tuned to your own diagnosis of hearing.
     Miniaturised. Digitalised. Personalised. But:
         no more apologetic, no more ‘discreet’.

Wear your aid
     as you would your glasses, Fashionista:
         pop in the piece for your mood, for the occasion.
     Try our seductive Impressionists range. The Picasso.
         The Hepworth. The ever-popular Hokusai !


© John Looker 2017

Magma 69: The Deaf Issue was launched on Friday and has a wonderful variety of poems covering every aspect of hearing, hearing loss and deafness. There are some great poems in it. Some are very moving, some clever, others amusing. Some were composed originally in British Sign Language and the journal includes links to websites where they can be viewed in performance.

A related poem of mine, on sign language, was published recently in India in The Wagon Magazine and you can find it on this blog at:

The website for Magma is:


Posted by: John Looker | 20 October, 2017

Ever Onwards

This poem of mine has been published in the Australian online arts journal Communion:


Ever Onwards

African plains: and a gazelle foal running
       flat-out through grassland and river.
             Or swallows: recently fledged, soaring
      over sea and mountain, contending with
             tempest, hawk and marksman.

Townscape now and a man who will always get by:
      straight from school to the pit on a boy’s wage;
            on to the buildings when it closed; the mill;
      then motor mechanic helping the boss
             at night with those well-paid ‘specials’.

Now at the wheel of a truck he’s hungry, lost,
      peering through rain on his first assignment,
            staring into the dark and the dazzling
      oncoming lights. But as he likes to say
             there’s nothing that he can’t do; nothing.  

© John Looker 2017


The latest issue of Communion may be read at:

You will find it contains fiction, non-fiction, art, photography, music and (of course) poetry. There are nine other poets; all have been published here and there and several are prize winners or prize nominees. I’ve greatly enjoyed their poems – which are unpretentious but distinguished, and notable for their humanity.

‘Ever Onwards’ is one of a short group of new poems on the theme of looking at Life through people at work.

Posted by: John Looker | 1 October, 2017

A Young Gentleman Goes Up To University

A Young Gentleman Goes Up To University

with his father’s second-best horse
and a cap newly sewn by his mother’s own hand.
We may picture him kicking up dust in the lanes,
home disappearing behind.

After years constrained in the schoolroom
and occasional holy days rooted
to the fields and woods of childhood – today
in the morning sun the world seems righted.

Miles ahead lie lodgings in a Hall by a river
and many convivial haunts.
There’ll be Latin of course and theology; sparring
at table; cards, and riding to hounds.

Meanwhile it’s the road, through unfamiliar places:
market towns, manors – sights that he yearned
to see; obelisks on hills. Then at last
there it is: the City with all its bells! And beyond?
            Why, anything and everything.

© John Looker 2017

This is dedicated to Jacob, for whom I wrote it a year ago. I hope others will like it, especially at this season.

I also offer it for the UK’s National Poetry Day 2017 for which the theme this year is ‘Freedom’


Posted by: John Looker | 24 July, 2017

The Makers of Language

The Wagon Magazine in India has published this poem of mine:


The Makers of Language

Under his hand the hieroglyphs emerge: 
     bird and serpent, eye. Into the stone 
         he chisels miniature pictures of his thoughts. 
     Another time, another place, and the pale scholar
         sits, in silks, his mind moving with the brush. 

Now today and here: Friday night in the city 
     and a crowded bar. In fact, it’s packed. 
         Open the door and push yourself into the crush. 
   From end to end they’re sitting, standing, squeezing. 
         Leaning closer. Lips working. 

Seeing your friends at the far side of the crowd 
     and seeing that they’ve seen you, it’s hi! how are you, it’s 
         I had trouble parking but now that I’m here what’s yours? 
     your hands and arms inscribing signs in the air, 
         pictograms, ideograms, flowing from mind to mind. 


© John Looker 2017

As you see, it’s a celebration of sign language. In November, Magma, the British poetry journal, will be publishing a related poem of mine.

For The Wagon Magazine see

For Magma see


Posted by: John Looker | 13 July, 2017

Indra’s Net: all profits to The Book Bus charity

I love this project! With poems from all over the English speaking world it is surely going to give an insight into where poetry is going righ now. There are some big name contemporary poets in it I see, as well as contributions from up and coming poets and WordPress writers like me.

Bennison Books

Love reading poetry? Want to support a fantastic charity? All profits from this international anthology of poetry published by Bennison Books will go to The Book Bus. 

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Posted by: John Looker | 6 April, 2017

First Landfall In Nova Scotia

My best wishes go to the Austin International Poetry Festival which opens today, and especially to the thirty or so poets who feature in the 25th anniversary anthology When Time and Space Conspire. Wish I could be there too. However, I can post the following poem which is one of seven of mine to appear in their anthology:

First Landfall in Nova Scotia

This was no earthly paradise
they must have thought grimly,
pressing against the gunwale
in their unwashed clothes,
lifting the smaller children
to get a better view.
They saw they had sailed
under a chilling delusion,
bidding farewell to the land
they had known for generations.

Behind them lay the terrors
of the great Atlantic crossing:
the storms, the head-wind,
eleven weeks at sea –
each family boxed in
with its square of bare boards
allotted below decks –
food dwindling, the shared
obscenity of dysentery,
and the infant deaths.

Where was the promised soil
aching for the plough?
The pasture? No homes
waiting them, not even shelter.
Nothing but tangled forest
crowding the shore – that and
the eyes of the native people,
their woodsmoke, their footprints;
all that and the wail of a bird
on a lake and autumn fading.

At first they sat in the forest and wept.
But then: some trekked on inland
by unenticing trails;
others stayed – gathering shellfish,
shooting moose; determined.
It was enough. Clearing trees
they constructed makeshift cabins.
Snow soon mastered all,
until at last the sun
returned – and spring crept in.

© John Looker 2017

The Austin anthology When Time and Space Conspire was edited by Dr Charles A. Stone and Becky Liestman. There are stacks of fresh and interesting poems in it from about thirty contemporary writers and the book can be found on Amazon at:

Posted by: John Looker | 12 March, 2017

Herald of Spring

(to a small granddaughter)


No, not the cuckoo although, yes,
we fancied we heard one just now, over the field.
Snowdrops maybe? Plucky little plants, they unfold
their immaculate gowns with a ‘hey look at us!’

Everywhere we see the colours of winter:
flint church, moss on the gravestones, the yews,
and the drift of spent leaves – all so subdued
until these starbursts make us stop in wonder.

And look at you, little lass,
as you go skipping among the white petals
in your blue coat with the pink buttons,

now turning to beam at us
with your big dazzling smile – you, at the portals
of Spring, all birdsong and blossom.


© John Looker 2017




Posted by: John Looker | 13 February, 2017

In Jane Austen’s House

We visitors are whispering, withdrawing from each other. We feel too tall, too loud, navigating all this china, imploring children to be careful.

via In Jane Austen’s House: by John Looker — Bonnie McClellan’s Weblog


This was her writing table, this her chair
(‘Please Do Not Sit’); two bijou items placed
here by the window where the light fell square
on her page from the horse-drawn world she faced.
In a cramped corner the public (that’s me
and you) peer through glass at her neat handwriting;
or we squeeze into the bedroom which she
and her sister shared – until she was dying.
We visitors are whispering, withdrawing
from each other. We feel too tall, too loud,
navigating all this china, imploring
children to be careful. We’re quite a crowd.
       We open a door (she would have opened it too,
       her skirts brushing the frame) and we pass through.


© John Looker 2017

This appears as today’s poem in the International Poetry Month organised by Bonnie McClellan every February.  I’m grateful to her for selecting it and I warmly recommend following the daily poems there throughout this month. They have a unifying thread but are the varied work of different writers from many countries.

Posted by: John Looker | 5 February, 2017



This conference – by videophones –
would stop Marco Polo in his tracks,
take the wind out of Columbus’ sails,
and has messed up meal times
in five separate time zones.

Dinner in Shanghai
but breakfast on Wall Street.
Luncheon in London’s City
and in Frankfurt am Main. 
Tea in Mumbai.

Listen! … so what do you think?
There it is again:
the delicate sound of a glass
on a glass – a clink,
a disembodied clink!

© John Looker 2017

via Mercury: by John Looker — Bonnie McClellan’s Weblog


‘Mercury’ appears today in the International Poetry Month which runs annually during February and I am most grateful to Bonnie McClellan for selecting this poem of mine.

I would recommend following Bonnie McClellan’s Weblog – throughout February you can find a daily poem; the theme is consistent but of course the poets have widely differing approaches.

(My collection The Human Hive looks at life through work, down the ages and round the globe.)

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