Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam, And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies, The atlas-eater with a jaw for news, Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream. Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds, Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg, With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds, Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg, Scraped at my cradle in a walking word That night of time under the Christward shelter: I am the long world's gentleman, he said, And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.
-- Dylan Thomas
05 March 2008
Auuggh!
Imagine making art that more than 20 people actually see, and which is capable of making people genuinely happy while at the same time providing genuine insight into contemporary life.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in the wrong line of work.
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