peter hugo mcclure
Biography of peter hugo mcclure
Born of Anglo/Yugoslav parentage...schooled in England with formal studies in Art/Architecture in the 60/70's and have been passionate about the Arts ever since...i have been actively engaged in the following: Painting/Sculpture, Photography & Poetry.
Of late i having been focussing on my web-site (A Cyber-Exhibition) and my work can be perused at:
I have subsidised my excursions in The Arts by doing various odd-jobs and over the years have become quite a compitent builder (having built the equivalent of over 20 houses) and i have exhibited my art-work in various countries in Europe, the U.S. and New Zealand.
I ran a Vegan Restaurant/Mini-Art Center in the early 90's in Penzance, Cornwall where i have lived off & on for the past 28 yrs and for many years I would migrate with the birds at the onset of winter visiting America (including Hawaii) , The South Sea Islands, New Zealand, Japan & China...instead of keeping a diary i would write Haikus to remind me of the places i visited.
Bending with the wind
The Taoist gathers water...
In a straw hat
Best regards pete mcclure.
peter hugo mcclure's Works:
Many small books of Haikus in the past 25 yrs...all with an edition of 200...published by 'Something Else Publications'.
peter hugo mcclure Poems
One can't be a hermit today Bills have to be paid without delay; Just to survive is an Art And debts accrue from the start.
Broken Bolder Beach
Broken Bolder Beach. With a rugged beauty that defies All those far-off and harried cries
Soul Search Looking up with leaden eyes To the One above the skies…
HAIKUS X 6 Sentient and seeing... Is this material being... But is now fleeing Our perceptions are...Mere shadows and reflections... Of reality
LOVE IS... Love is totally without hate And does not discriminate.
Patterns from the soul divine Colours and form that shine. Sacred geometry is the theme Hallowed works to be seen.
To those who weep And never sleep. To those who keep
Investing in the short term For the maximum return Tis a pity They did not learn... The only option is to fast...
When man became a slave to greed He soon became unable to feed; Even those with money to buy Because of the enormous lie;
Starry, Starry Night
Darkness descends and all is quiet On this very crisp starry night. Like a beam of light traveling
From The Book...words slipped away Words that comfort and allay... All losses from the foray Words that will never betray.
In The Beginning
IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS NOTHING JUST COMPLETE DARKNESS...EVERYWHERE
When man became a slave to greed
He soon became unable to feed;
Even those with money to buy
Because of the enormous lie;
That every-thing was safe and sound;
Yet...there was no food to be found.