'Nothing is thinking about any of them,-' surely that did not include the
poet ??
He sounds very superior!!
or I wonder what they wrote about the snotty snoopy poet looking in through
the door?
P intrigued Neanderthal self
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Subject: The bar between The Gugh and St Agnes seen from St Agnes
Here it is again, not meaning anything:
a mob before consciousness; or, even, life --
a long way back to reach common ancestors.
This lot, these unstatues, have the whole bar:
a filled graceful; outline of fallen wings,
a jigsaw fossil, crashed flight in high storm
awaiting rearrangement. Strong waves push
into the concave barrier, quite heedless.
Nothing is thinking about any of them,
except the artist, another odd thing-pile-up,
too many abstract nouns in coordination
trying to sense more than senses can tell,
making a big assumption as to purposes.
A glint of self-awareness on a January day,
one man who cannot see himself, fantasising
an archetypal activity with pen
and notebook, both more than his strength to make,
his only power a mode of quite brutish false;
a mind which sleeps too often between meals,
its body crumbling, its hope failing fast.
There are others here, most of them unseen,
hunting and killing each other, breeding
in plenty, more food, more opportunity
among the non-dead stuff plentifully scattered
with organic audacities and their future soil.
Often the sea collates the rocks by size;
but here is confusion, needing further tides
to sort them, should that be wanted. or not.
They will be turned about. Now, a pterodactyl.
Another day, a meccano helicopter.
Most times words will not encompass it all
and one photographs or draws or leaves it be.
This activity is dumb trespass,
unlikely to succeed to be of use.
A crab strays from rock shadow. Birds tear it.
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
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