Lancastrian Dreamings
22/04/10:
Twenty-Two Atu
Oh what Fools
These Mortals Be
For the World
Is full of enchantment
See how the Melted Clock and Station
Flow from the paintbrush
Of the Master waiting
On Platform 23 at the centre of the Universe?
The Hexagram is Broken and Reformed
And September '63
Makes Perpignan an ecstasy of Art and Cosmos.
28/4/10:
Who was that, who knocked?
Who wove a path
From lighted web?
For over Hanging Town
Lay golden spider-roads
Stretching from alien places,
I was not in
Or else I missed you
For you had long moved on
To another house
Welcomed through the door
An utter Stranger still!
01/05/10:
Omnibus dreams
Page after Page I fly through
Cross the threshold
In dry Lightning flash I see the sign:
The castle on the Lune
Then Perpignan
Does the centre of the universe move?
For as I pass the former quarry
Now made green by the Lord
I wonder at the Madness
That draws me, to give me asylum
Here before the waters amidst my dread.
And in this place sits
Amidst numeral,
Sign and portent
A figure in benediction
Hooded betwixt the four
Secrets
Such illumination in the darkest robe
A blazing erasure of features
Is it communion then?
A blazing Luciferic connexion
The Stranger now
Over the threshold.
Wait - the Rider
He gives disconnected
Sigils of difference.
But Dali walks
Perpignan's light
Leads to the Secrets.
@5am/5/5
As before
Communion
But now blood
And black ash
Symbols dance cryptic
Eluding memory
But the painter shows
The Way to asylum
Written there to recall
And I wonder who plays host?
6/5/10
An evening diversion
Becomes preparatory
Something waits
Lurks intensely
Far more foreboding
Than even I would like
@7am/7/5
Sucked into the sky
By a vortex of Heaven
I see the land all laid
Out below writhing
Like twisted bedclothes
Amidst furious sex
Or is it madness?
For I see the asylum
A Plaza on which I stand
Yet one foot touches
The House
Of the Boys in Blue
A phantom third
Rests by the green
Of the Healers in Universal Education
Yet all quakes
Even I
The Tripod!
Golden Lucifer
Lightbringer
Communicator
You flood the land
From five points
All rite!
Flow and twist
Pour and penetrate
Four times over
Into those wounds
Upon that breast
Wreathed in black!
@9pm/9/5
Lancaster has a Heaven
Gold like painted Perpignan
Light runs and distance means nowt
Scotforth. Bowerham.
Furness so full of frolicsome
Learners
High Ridge
All these at once
Flicker-fast
Then South
Then East
Over the ribbon of traffic so thick
Crossing the water
Bypassing the lanes
Down to the marshy land
Where stands
Robed as ever
A figure encircled
In Light of Gold
But
Then I am gone - transported!
Green room now
Calloused and dry
Are the large hands
Which drawers from
The chest -
From hiding
That feathered
Brown quill
With darker tip.
Those same hands are cut
To bleed
Red ink
While the dweller
In the marsh looks
Back to the Plaza's
Dozen-door
Twenty-Two Atu
Oh what Fools
These Mortals Be
For the World
Is full of enchantment
See how the Melted Clock and Station
Flow from the paintbrush
Of the Master waiting
On Platform 23 at the centre of the Universe?
The Hexagram is Broken and Reformed
And September '63
Makes Perpignan an ecstasy of Art and Cosmos.
28/4/10:
Who was that, who knocked?
Who wove a path
From lighted web?
For over Hanging Town
Lay golden spider-roads
Stretching from alien places,
I was not in
Or else I missed you
For you had long moved on
To another house
Welcomed through the door
An utter Stranger still!
01/05/10:
Omnibus dreams
Page after Page I fly through
Cross the threshold
In dry Lightning flash I see the sign:
The castle on the Lune
Then Perpignan
Does the centre of the universe move?
For as I pass the former quarry
Now made green by the Lord
I wonder at the Madness
That draws me, to give me asylum
Here before the waters amidst my dread.
And in this place sits
Amidst numeral,
Sign and portent
A figure in benediction
Hooded betwixt the four
Secrets
Such illumination in the darkest robe
A blazing erasure of features
Is it communion then?
A blazing Luciferic connexion
The Stranger now
Over the threshold.
Wait - the Rider
He gives disconnected
Sigils of difference.
But Dali walks
Perpignan's light
Leads to the Secrets.
@5am/5/5
As before
Communion
But now blood
And black ash
Symbols dance cryptic
Eluding memory
But the painter shows
The Way to asylum
Written there to recall
And I wonder who plays host?
6/5/10
An evening diversion
Becomes preparatory
Something waits
Lurks intensely
Far more foreboding
Than even I would like
@7am/7/5
Sucked into the sky
By a vortex of Heaven
I see the land all laid
Out below writhing
Like twisted bedclothes
Amidst furious sex
Or is it madness?
For I see the asylum
A Plaza on which I stand
Yet one foot touches
The House
Of the Boys in Blue
A phantom third
Rests by the green
Of the Healers in Universal Education
Yet all quakes
Even I
The Tripod!
Golden Lucifer
Lightbringer
Communicator
You flood the land
From five points
All rite!
Flow and twist
Pour and penetrate
Four times over
Into those wounds
Upon that breast
Wreathed in black!
@9pm/9/5
Lancaster has a Heaven
Gold like painted Perpignan
Light runs and distance means nowt
Scotforth. Bowerham.
Furness so full of frolicsome
Learners
High Ridge
All these at once
Flicker-fast
Then South
Then East
Over the ribbon of traffic so thick
Crossing the water
Bypassing the lanes
Down to the marshy land
Where stands
Robed as ever
A figure encircled
In Light of Gold
But
Then I am gone - transported!
Green room now
Calloused and dry
Are the large hands
Which drawers from
The chest -
From hiding
That feathered
Brown quill
With darker tip.
Those same hands are cut
To bleed
Red ink
While the dweller
In the marsh looks
Back to the Plaza's
Dozen-door