Thigh deep in the swamp of forgetting
you believe you have found the Eden snake,
the flute of the infinite, the heavenly pump.
and you choke and blow and stroke
toward the surrender of the second coming.
You do not remember your own body,
how holy and precious your breasts and tail,
and so you reach out to contaminate the innocent
in the name of the holy
you desecrate desire and are a coward of love.
Art and Poem by clinock.
Red Priest. H.9″ x W.7″ x D.7″. Acrylic stain on fired clay.
I don’t even know what to say here John…this is so profound…every word perfectly landing. I’m both chuckling and shivering as I read it over and over…. I want to plant it in the ground and see if it’ll grow. xxxooo
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I am tickled and proud, thank you Jana. You have my full permission to plant it anywhere your heart desires…but…don’t say I didn’t warn you…
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I have the feeling that once underground the vast network of micorrhiza and tree roots would attempt to sort it out…. perhaps with a bit of tough love.
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John pondering your sculpture is a delight and the nuances suggested here. Then comes your poetry which takes the whole experience to another level. So much time is required to contemplate it all. Still contemplating!!!!
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Okay, that’s enough contemplating time Robert. Answer on my desk first thing in the morning please, or, Red Priest will come and bite your ears off!
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I’m still thigh deep in the swamp of forgetting but I do remember the answer is 42!
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Don’t forget your towel…
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…and a boat since we have experienced heavy flooding in much of the East Coast of Australia recently with Cyclone Debbie. She was a bugger!
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Do hope you are safe and home and dry…
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All good but there has been some anxious moments. Thanks for your concern John.
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