Time...is like a river...floating to the sea.... or so I believe the Alan Parson's Project reckoned back in those halcyon days of AOR FM rock, back in those simpler times of floating synthesisers and Roger Dean artwork and the wonders of newly learnt airbrushing techniques...with real paint that is, not the hyper-clean cyber environment of photoshop pixels, not the of faux experience of heartless silicon valley programmed software, oh no, no siree...
But I degress. Things have been quiet on the PP blog front so far this year but much has been happening behind the scenes and, who knows, we may see an autumn of frantic- perhaps even gently manic- publishing activity.
Soon away from the blocks will be the much anticipated poetry volume by Zip Domingo, called 'How to be a Spaceman.' It has much to offer...watch this space. Here's a taster for you lucky earthbound mortals...
But I degress. Things have been quiet on the PP blog front so far this year but much has been happening behind the scenes and, who knows, we may see an autumn of frantic- perhaps even gently manic- publishing activity.
Soon away from the blocks will be the much anticipated poetry volume by Zip Domingo, called 'How to be a Spaceman.' It has much to offer...watch this space. Here's a taster for you lucky earthbound mortals...
Memoirs of a
Confused Spaceman #1
One hundred million balls of light
seen in a tube sitting
my muse is not an
angel she is a rifle toting harpy
he said but
who gives a shit in a weightless world
where escaped urine makes the most symmetrically pleasing
and melancholic startlingly perfect globes
that gently pulse
and I can amuse myself for hours watching fragments
of chocolate shards
drift in smooth dreamt paths
shards of pleasure
that Aztec cure all the aphrodisiac of
human killers for the Mercy of the Gods
yeah those ones those proto-Mexicans
challenged by a cowering vision-thing
and those Gods now are they just out there?
In that void
blurred by voyage
and fevered nightmares that miss the earth
that elevates photosynthesis to the dizzy heights
of a lost friend status not merely
something to keep in a bottle
and watch grow under synthetic light
but elevated to the level of a God….
…out
here.
2 comments:
This really inspired me! Thanks for sharing.
It is nice, but I am not a little bit agree with this. All right.
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