three hundred and eight words for the son of thunder. and when, upon st catherine's heath, do we dare meet again? on anne's, or emily's, or fleance's waxwinged, charlotte's harried, web?... but wait! flies lindbergh through the eastering sun, or snag his healing righteous wings on crosswinds breathed by mountains in the night?... yes, wait, for eight-and-hundreds-three of words do no da vinci make. nor he, unmade, his ornithopter cause to sail black-rigged, cliff-clear, heath-hovering through a kittyhawk dawn bronze-fleeced and dry while roundabout-and-not-a-drop-to-drink affianceds fly and barrel-rolling banquo's boldly bank… hail to thee, and every glamorous cloudburst be upon your unumbrellaed cinderellaed jack-o-lantern. damned be him and damned be he: may sons of thunder blessèd be? accused, arraigned, condemned those are who spurn the rock to kiss the star and hail and hail and hail to thee, appropriating destiny. in thunder, lightning, reign you still, pandemonic gristle-mill… but, barber-basined knight erroneous, keep the vigil, burn your books: don quixotic cardbox vestments against these post-socratic crooks… and reign and reign and reign thou meekly ever, sweet heir of dulcinean weather…
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BEHIND THE HEDGE
this blog is intended as an irregular journal of the trivia which, alongside his real work, incite the author to commit poetry. with some luck now and then, he perpetrates something less than trivial. it should be stated that (as in all works of fiction) where a conflict has arisen between prosody and journalism, it will be the prosody which will have prevailed, the true over the accurate, the word over the thing.
the ÜBUNGEN are quasi-musical exercises in form and metre, and the LATE QUATRAINS transcriptions of (invariably late) text-messages composed spontaneously at the phone's keypad and sent to tolerant friends.
[the banner photo, by the author, is of an outbuilding - and tree - on the farm 'elandsheuwel' between willowmore and steytlerville in the karoo.]
the ÜBUNGEN are quasi-musical exercises in form and metre, and the LATE QUATRAINS transcriptions of (invariably late) text-messages composed spontaneously at the phone's keypad and sent to tolerant friends.
[the banner photo, by the author, is of an outbuilding - and tree - on the farm 'elandsheuwel' between willowmore and steytlerville in the karoo.]
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