On Saturday the 14th of March the second Cork Conference for New and Experimental Poetry organised by Alex Davis and Matthew Gedden was held. First on was Trevor Joyce whose latest works, _Syzygy_ and _Hellbox_ were launched at the conf. In his introduction to the poem _Chimaera_, he mentioned that formally it is based on the renga and combines texts by Richard Lovelace, Aloysius Bertrand and the author and later interpolaters of the Lieh Tzu. (In a hostile review in Ireland, the poem was slated as being too heavily influenced by Paul Muldoon, though not a word of it is Trevor's own. The briefest glance at the notes in the book _Stone Floods_, which was the subject of the "review" would have revealed this.) The Earth due to be struck by an asteroid on 26th October 2028, Archbishop Ussher's dating of creation to 10 am Thursday the 26th of October 6006 bc, and TJ's own birthday being the 26th of October, the poem is justifiably full of endings and beginnings. Also, look up chimaera in a biology dictionary. more tomorrow Randolph Healy *************************** Chimaera Trevor Joyce *for Tina Murphy* Ceres and Bacchus bid good night sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topped and what scythes spared winds shave off quite a moth bred out of moonlight I disturbed from the dark folds where it lay hid a naked thing that seems no man may cheat and love like any jack another dressed may prove a beast that creature fluttered free but voided in my lap a maggot with a human head monstrous misshapen such whose white satin upper coat of skin cut upon velvet rich incarnadin has yet a body and of flesh within whereas anything with six foot of skeleton with hands that grip with scalp of hair front teetch concealed inside a face and which leans forward as it runs is called a man with us the joys of earth and air and thine entire that with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly the sky unrolled its folds of purple and blue to the winds and later from these steps I saw on the horizon a village torched by soldiers blaze like a comet in the sky then ah the sickle golden ears are cropped dropping December shall come weeping in the blood of horses become jack o lantern the blood of ment become will o the wisp kites become sparrow hawks and those hawks cuckoos when the sun opened its golden lashes on the chaos of worlds and the earth was adrift with its cargo of ashes and bones my terrified soul then fled through the grey web of halflight but that spawn hung on in this shrill rush and spun himself into the full of its white mane cuckoos in due course again turn raptor swallows become oysters seashells hatch geese poor verdant fool and now green ice thy joys large and as lasting as they perch of grass bid us lay in gainst winter rain and poise apes grown of sheep fish that are rotten fruit flies born of roe such transformations are souls of the dead like mountain oaks uprooted by demons souls of the dead like meadow flowers gathered by angels sun sky earth man all had begun all gone I cannot tell who loves the skeleton of a poor marmoset naught but bone bone ************ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%