KITH AND KINOnce there was a giantwho lived in a kneecap,a peculiar giant at thatwho expelled all realityas a pig might a poke.Not concerned with the dilemmaof easing life's toothpaste forminto dental crustings oroblivion's dark shadowsfrom lightless paths,the giant assumed guardianshipover his fibro-tissual home.The giant could be seenferrying dwarfed bonesover the inter causal domeof flesh and blood.At times, he substituteda remarkable likenessfor his kith and kinby dumping calloused cushions,too long cousinsof the diaper rash effectbunions, corns,carbuncleseager to roamthe padlocked socketsbetween distant fibulaand tibia.Poor femur, of course, wasoutraged against carpalsand the growing phalanxarrangement ofdistant phalanges.Even the metatarsalswere girdled inrighteous indignationcommitted against their personby a maverick masqueradingin pelvic insubordination.Altogether the body contains 206 bones.It is rumoured none containa giant of his capacity, notoriety, or effect.[48]
KITH AND KINOnce there was a giantwho lived in a kneecap,a peculiar giant at thatwho expelled all realityas a pig might a poke.Not concerned with the dilemmaof easing life's toothpaste forminto dental crustings oroblivion's dark shadowsfrom lightless paths,the giant assumed guardianshipover his fibro-tissual home.The giant could be seenferrying dwarfed bonesover the inter causal domeof flesh and blood.At times, he substituteda remarkable likenessfor his kith and kinby dumping calloused cushions,too long cousinsof the diaper rash effectbunions, corns,carbuncleseager to roamthe padlocked socketsbetween distant fibulaand tibia.Poor femur, of course, wasoutraged against carpalsand the growing phalanxarrangement ofdistant phalanges.Even the metatarsalswere girdled inrighteous indignationcommitted against their personby a maverick masqueradingin pelvic insubordination.Altogether the body contains 206 bones.It is rumoured none containa giant of his capacity, notoriety, or effect.[48]
Once there was a giantwho lived in a kneecap,a peculiar giant at thatwho expelled all realityas a pig might a poke.Not concerned with the dilemmaof easing life's toothpaste forminto dental crustings oroblivion's dark shadowsfrom lightless paths,the giant assumed guardianshipover his fibro-tissual home.The giant could be seenferrying dwarfed bonesover the inter causal domeof flesh and blood.At times, he substituteda remarkable likenessfor his kith and kinby dumping calloused cushions,too long cousinsof the diaper rash effectbunions, corns,carbuncleseager to roamthe padlocked socketsbetween distant fibulaand tibia.Poor femur, of course, wasoutraged against carpalsand the growing phalanxarrangement ofdistant phalanges.Even the metatarsalswere girdled inrighteous indignationcommitted against their personby a maverick masqueradingin pelvic insubordination.Altogether the body contains 206 bones.It is rumoured none containa giant of his capacity, notoriety, or effect.[48]
TO SIT ARRAYEDTo sit arrayedand task consumedby the edge of a window,the world as firestepping free of winter's stain,jutting fingers of lightto a basement ledgethen allowing theirfoggy movement todisplace dust's circleas it has cometo be knownover the lastfive months,is to come asnear as possibleto the brinkof privatesanity.[50]
TO SIT ARRAYEDTo sit arrayedand task consumedby the edge of a window,the world as firestepping free of winter's stain,jutting fingers of lightto a basement ledgethen allowing theirfoggy movement todisplace dust's circleas it has cometo be knownover the lastfive months,is to come asnear as possibleto the brinkof privatesanity.[50]
To sit arrayedand task consumedby the edge of a window,the world as firestepping free of winter's stain,jutting fingers of lightto a basement ledgethen allowing theirfoggy movement todisplace dust's circleas it has cometo be knownover the lastfive months,is to come asnear as possibleto the brinkof privatesanity.[50]
SILVER COINSSeen the whores in doorsteps,slack, crouched as packing cratesbehind their quiet wardrobe lamps,inset like a skeleton's crownthere to bend our will,provide passageways to power and suggestion;the winding entrance to rougedlight flickering with powdered fleshyellow of gold,then black to ivorya frightful circus in a palace of turnwithin the grate of execution.[51]
SILVER COINSSeen the whores in doorsteps,slack, crouched as packing cratesbehind their quiet wardrobe lamps,inset like a skeleton's crownthere to bend our will,provide passageways to power and suggestion;the winding entrance to rougedlight flickering with powdered fleshyellow of gold,then black to ivorya frightful circus in a palace of turnwithin the grate of execution.[51]
Seen the whores in doorsteps,slack, crouched as packing cratesbehind their quiet wardrobe lamps,inset like a skeleton's crownthere to bend our will,provide passageways to power and suggestion;the winding entrance to rougedlight flickering with powdered fleshyellow of gold,then black to ivorya frightful circus in a palace of turnwithin the grate of execution.[51]
SENTRYIn Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream, eyesare grouped as discs, almost rotund arches,much as suns breaking over an eclipsed wall.Hollows, jittery the bridge a creamed escapecareening the soul madly backwarda pastel gathering sky -water rivulets where two solitary, graven figuresseem indulging a flaccid, breaking stream.[52]
SENTRYIn Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream, eyesare grouped as discs, almost rotund arches,much as suns breaking over an eclipsed wall.Hollows, jittery the bridge a creamed escapecareening the soul madly backwarda pastel gathering sky -water rivulets where two solitary, graven figuresseem indulging a flaccid, breaking stream.[52]
In Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream, eyesare grouped as discs, almost rotund arches,much as suns breaking over an eclipsed wall.Hollows, jittery the bridge a creamed escapecareening the soul madly backwarda pastel gathering sky -water rivulets where two solitary, graven figuresseem indulging a flaccid, breaking stream.[52]
THE POTATO EATERSThe potato eaters -grim, weathered soulswrenching a mealfrom sandy waste.The dark toil lined ridgescarried from their fieldsto each human face,dim, pale lightas shadowy aslives eked out upon this stoney rash of soil.Brows, a murky legendof overwork -deflected hope,seasons up in the smokeof a potato boil.[53]
THE POTATO EATERSThe potato eaters -grim, weathered soulswrenching a mealfrom sandy waste.The dark toil lined ridgescarried from their fieldsto each human face,dim, pale lightas shadowy aslives eked out upon this stoney rash of soil.Brows, a murky legendof overwork -deflected hope,seasons up in the smokeof a potato boil.[53]
The potato eaters -grim, weathered soulswrenching a mealfrom sandy waste.The dark toil lined ridgescarried from their fieldsto each human face,dim, pale lightas shadowy aslives eked out upon this stoney rash of soil.Brows, a murky legendof overwork -deflected hope,seasons up in the smokeof a potato boil.[53]
THE ASSIGNATION (PONS ASINORUM)Many devils are in woods, in waters, in wilderness and in dark,pooly places ready to hurt. . . people, some are also in thick,black clouds. Martin Luther. . .Masaccio to the Florentine Renaissance but a naught-every man the same, St. Francis the same as a Jack the Ripper.their rosy surfaces filled.Like an Old Testament cursehe is loosed upon the earth.Ecking out his pound of fleshdelivering misery in sordidness, he parboils the land.A modern day Tantalus up to his throatin burning lies,his death is to live, in the contemporary sense,the thousand cuts-to bury the skies as a dread Caiaphasinto the contradiction, the snares of his being.Measure for measurehis blond mane, pale scarfare hallmarks of the doomed Dutchman searching out theCoromandel;like Cain stumbling upon existence,he hearkens back to the original Murderer,has sold his inheritance for a pittanceand by doing so has ridiculed the human conditionwith his life charged obscenity;his blond beast scowl curdled about respectability's neck,his fang tussled face a menacing white cigarette,the soul imprisoned jailer to his teeth, breath and brain.[54]
THE ASSIGNATION (PONS ASINORUM)Many devils are in woods, in waters, in wilderness and in dark,pooly places ready to hurt. . . people, some are also in thick,black clouds. Martin Luther. . .Masaccio to the Florentine Renaissance but a naught-every man the same, St. Francis the same as a Jack the Ripper.their rosy surfaces filled.Like an Old Testament cursehe is loosed upon the earth.Ecking out his pound of fleshdelivering misery in sordidness, he parboils the land.A modern day Tantalus up to his throatin burning lies,his death is to live, in the contemporary sense,the thousand cuts-to bury the skies as a dread Caiaphasinto the contradiction, the snares of his being.Measure for measurehis blond mane, pale scarfare hallmarks of the doomed Dutchman searching out theCoromandel;like Cain stumbling upon existence,he hearkens back to the original Murderer,has sold his inheritance for a pittanceand by doing so has ridiculed the human conditionwith his life charged obscenity;his blond beast scowl curdled about respectability's neck,his fang tussled face a menacing white cigarette,the soul imprisoned jailer to his teeth, breath and brain.[54]
Many devils are in woods, in waters, in wilderness and in dark,pooly places ready to hurt. . . people, some are also in thick,black clouds. Martin Luther. . .Masaccio to the Florentine Renaissance but a naught-every man the same, St. Francis the same as a Jack the Ripper.their rosy surfaces filled.Like an Old Testament cursehe is loosed upon the earth.Ecking out his pound of fleshdelivering misery in sordidness, he parboils the land.A modern day Tantalus up to his throatin burning lies,his death is to live, in the contemporary sense,the thousand cuts-to bury the skies as a dread Caiaphasinto the contradiction, the snares of his being.Measure for measurehis blond mane, pale scarfare hallmarks of the doomed Dutchman searching out theCoromandel;like Cain stumbling upon existence,he hearkens back to the original Murderer,has sold his inheritance for a pittanceand by doing so has ridiculed the human conditionwith his life charged obscenity;his blond beast scowl curdled about respectability's neck,his fang tussled face a menacing white cigarette,the soul imprisoned jailer to his teeth, breath and brain.[54]
HAUNTED CHILDIn the dark of wedlocknightly sky,the wither of hopeand estranged replies,cause a white face to flickerwith transparent eye,calumny of purposeto slowly die.[55]
HAUNTED CHILDIn the dark of wedlocknightly sky,the wither of hopeand estranged replies,cause a white face to flickerwith transparent eye,calumny of purposeto slowly die.[55]
In the dark of wedlocknightly sky,the wither of hopeand estranged replies,cause a white face to flickerwith transparent eye,calumny of purposeto slowly die.[55]
TRIANGULAR TRADEI would watch him liftinganother drink from the fridge,joke about the connectionwith a triangular trade -bedroom to kitchen fridge,then to the bathroom -only to repeat the cyclenot knowing such commentsscratched his eyesclimbing through the windowfor escape.[56]
TRIANGULAR TRADEI would watch him liftinganother drink from the fridge,joke about the connectionwith a triangular trade -bedroom to kitchen fridge,then to the bathroom -only to repeat the cyclenot knowing such commentsscratched his eyesclimbing through the windowfor escape.[56]
I would watch him liftinganother drink from the fridge,joke about the connectionwith a triangular trade -bedroom to kitchen fridge,then to the bathroom -only to repeat the cyclenot knowing such commentsscratched his eyesclimbing through the windowfor escape.[56]
CASTING ROCKSMerely on edge,the wharf in bad lightclinging to water's ledge -a loon from afarthe Woodsclosing with each sound.Casting rocks toward moon's glarelapidations laughing back,the treacle of warm nightcoaxing fire's glowing might.Sudden, oceanic wildernessbreathless in barked silence -and camphor to keep the flies at distance,the anchored boat like a prison shipdallying on the waves,brambles & underbrushsunken wet sand,abundant berries rasp in thickets -the cottage like a jarclosing for the night.[57]
CASTING ROCKSMerely on edge,the wharf in bad lightclinging to water's ledge -a loon from afarthe Woodsclosing with each sound.Casting rocks toward moon's glarelapidations laughing back,the treacle of warm nightcoaxing fire's glowing might.Sudden, oceanic wildernessbreathless in barked silence -and camphor to keep the flies at distance,the anchored boat like a prison shipdallying on the waves,brambles & underbrushsunken wet sand,abundant berries rasp in thickets -the cottage like a jarclosing for the night.[57]
Merely on edge,the wharf in bad lightclinging to water's ledge -a loon from afarthe Woodsclosing with each sound.Casting rocks toward moon's glarelapidations laughing back,the treacle of warm nightcoaxing fire's glowing might.Sudden, oceanic wildernessbreathless in barked silence -and camphor to keep the flies at distance,the anchored boat like a prison shipdallying on the waves,brambles & underbrushsunken wet sand,abundant berries rasp in thickets -the cottage like a jarclosing for the night.[57]
BRUSHSTROKEOn rue Vincingetorix,a Paris hovelin a garret of cold -Gauguin enchantedserpentine colours, the medium ofa brushstroke froma paltry primitivism.Rue Vincingetorix,cloudy hazesun as billowing plaster,neatly lapsscrapes cleanthe bereavementof a man's pain.[58]
BRUSHSTROKEOn rue Vincingetorix,a Paris hovelin a garret of cold -Gauguin enchantedserpentine colours, the medium ofa brushstroke froma paltry primitivism.Rue Vincingetorix,cloudy hazesun as billowing plaster,neatly lapsscrapes cleanthe bereavementof a man's pain.[58]
On rue Vincingetorix,a Paris hovelin a garret of cold -Gauguin enchantedserpentine colours, the medium ofa brushstroke froma paltry primitivism.Rue Vincingetorix,cloudy hazesun as billowing plaster,neatly lapsscrapes cleanthe bereavementof a man's pain.[58]
MANIn the old airby his rocker,a silent trapeze of thoughtsuspends an aging man.Each movement as of the katydiddroning -a monologue with the past;a buzz escaping acrossstill, warm air.Elsewhere, cicadas whittle about the octogenarian heat.Nestled quietly, a supine stare erodes both time & placeunto bearded grey -nuances claspedin a breathless chat with death.[59]
MANIn the old airby his rocker,a silent trapeze of thoughtsuspends an aging man.Each movement as of the katydiddroning -a monologue with the past;a buzz escaping acrossstill, warm air.Elsewhere, cicadas whittle about the octogenarian heat.Nestled quietly, a supine stare erodes both time & placeunto bearded grey -nuances claspedin a breathless chat with death.[59]
In the old airby his rocker,a silent trapeze of thoughtsuspends an aging man.Each movement as of the katydiddroning -a monologue with the past;a buzz escaping acrossstill, warm air.Elsewhere, cicadas whittle about the octogenarian heat.Nestled quietly, a supine stare erodes both time & placeunto bearded grey -nuances claspedin a breathless chat with death.[59]
LANDING SCHEMESOmens are the cloth of dreamsscissors used to open sky -the future riding birdsen route to ariel docking piles.Leonardo was of the opinion creativity might beenhanced a notch should aspiring artists nota beneprincipalities, bile, their rhumes as tilesthen perceive them piecemeal as stratagem, not snuff orrandom blotch, the heads of diseased pigsbut conjuror-sextants toward the stars.[60]
LANDING SCHEMESOmens are the cloth of dreamsscissors used to open sky -the future riding birdsen route to ariel docking piles.Leonardo was of the opinion creativity might beenhanced a notch should aspiring artists nota beneprincipalities, bile, their rhumes as tilesthen perceive them piecemeal as stratagem, not snuff orrandom blotch, the heads of diseased pigsbut conjuror-sextants toward the stars.[60]
Omens are the cloth of dreamsscissors used to open sky -the future riding birdsen route to ariel docking piles.Leonardo was of the opinion creativity might beenhanced a notch should aspiring artists nota beneprincipalities, bile, their rhumes as tilesthen perceive them piecemeal as stratagem, not snuff orrandom blotch, the heads of diseased pigsbut conjuror-sextants toward the stars.[60]
MIRAGEThe intense focus of lightbut pointillism,into this juncture bits of lightsurround rough, inverted sky -dawn is their messageunfurled aboutthe alumni apparatusof incensed eyesand whispered sun.The heavy mirage of dots,landscape lockedSeurat, a frieze of summer heatchoking water lilies -the sun as a crystal shipadrift acrossbedlam-sponsoredrandom dots.[61]
MIRAGEThe intense focus of lightbut pointillism,into this juncture bits of lightsurround rough, inverted sky -dawn is their messageunfurled aboutthe alumni apparatusof incensed eyesand whispered sun.The heavy mirage of dots,landscape lockedSeurat, a frieze of summer heatchoking water lilies -the sun as a crystal shipadrift acrossbedlam-sponsoredrandom dots.[61]
The intense focus of lightbut pointillism,into this juncture bits of lightsurround rough, inverted sky -dawn is their messageunfurled aboutthe alumni apparatusof incensed eyesand whispered sun.The heavy mirage of dots,landscape lockedSeurat, a frieze of summer heatchoking water lilies -the sun as a crystal shipadrift acrossbedlam-sponsoredrandom dots.[61]
STONE GUIDEShe was fading -into the stoneinto rifled shadows heavywith fallen light,rippled boughsof splitting fruit &droopy leavesto a sallow body under clumsy yearsthat ripped the tunic of her coatwhile bleating the dismal agewith each petal fallof a stockinged foot.[62]
STONE GUIDEShe was fading -into the stoneinto rifled shadows heavywith fallen light,rippled boughsof splitting fruit &droopy leavesto a sallow body under clumsy yearsthat ripped the tunic of her coatwhile bleating the dismal agewith each petal fallof a stockinged foot.[62]
She was fading -into the stoneinto rifled shadows heavywith fallen light,rippled boughsof splitting fruit &droopy leavesto a sallow body under clumsy yearsthat ripped the tunic of her coatwhile bleating the dismal agewith each petal fallof a stockinged foot.[62]
RED ILLUSIONS UNDER GLASSLife as green illusion -the cool fronds of the fernare deep set in firmest soiland the grassy narrowsbrook a silent, liquid play.Red illusions under glass -quietly picking strawberrieswhere a woman hums tothe buzz of flieswith the afternoon sun disappearing overhead.Each grasp of the berrya red stain, the darting of seeds,crimson tendrils do confuse the eyewith a polka dot starling raucousin glee above.[63]
RED ILLUSIONS UNDER GLASSLife as green illusion -the cool fronds of the fernare deep set in firmest soiland the grassy narrowsbrook a silent, liquid play.Red illusions under glass -quietly picking strawberrieswhere a woman hums tothe buzz of flieswith the afternoon sun disappearing overhead.Each grasp of the berrya red stain, the darting of seeds,crimson tendrils do confuse the eyewith a polka dot starling raucousin glee above.[63]
Life as green illusion -the cool fronds of the fernare deep set in firmest soiland the grassy narrowsbrook a silent, liquid play.Red illusions under glass -quietly picking strawberrieswhere a woman hums tothe buzz of flieswith the afternoon sun disappearing overhead.Each grasp of the berrya red stain, the darting of seeds,crimson tendrils do confuse the eyewith a polka dot starling raucousin glee above.[63]
Copyright © 1978 by Paul Cameron BrownAll rights reservedISBN: 0-88823-014-1Published byThree Trees PressP.O. Box 70, Postal Station "V"Toronto, Ont. M6R 3A4, CanadaPrinted and bound in Canada.