NUDE SKETCH – 19
But there were moments when '‘God’ was forgotent and ‘Hell’ was
Only a case of having to ‘solve’ one bootlace’s knot
– As right now, after Raimonde has decidered to bypass
His morning shower and plunge into putting on his shoes
And getting on with dotting his pees and crossing his cues.
He hadn’t buffed his boots in months, and wondered when he would,
Why he should, and if his innate laziness ever could
Be bothered about suck stuff only to prove himself good,
A good son of the tribe that puts a shine on everything
SKETCH – 20
But Only transcend, Winterkiss would uppend to someone
Else’s Only connect (whether in a melding of two
Souls, or by map-lines drawn between millions of stars) – love’s glue,
Or the glob that passes for the real thing, being far too
Limited a linking rung on his ambitious ladder
For scaling Time’s prison-walls while remaining within them
– Such triumph being what would make Love’s rose even gladder
Of its grave-roots than if it stayed the mere end of a stem
Of fate’s acceptense’s complacent plant. Nothing sadder,
Raimonde felt, than to sink to such ‘wisdom’ ad hominem
– 21
Then why did he stay in a so-be-it let-it-be state
Rather than try to do something about his so called fate?
Perraps he felt that fate seminal and final at once.
True, some doctor had told him about some operation
To his eyes that might… but that only reminded our dunce
Of weather forecasts he used to hear in his birth-nation
(Raimonde had more than one country to which he not-belonged
Having been born yer stranger-in-a-strange land and remained
A staunch non-member of all tribes to which he sang his song
– 22
Speaking of witch: Raimonde had a bent for being haunted
By a Purity not forced but ‘organic’. Sure, today,
Religious links may be reduced to dead-cert DNA
And all sacred discernmeant to religiocity.
But the fashionable de rigueur rejection of all
Religion and religious sensibillity – as sheer
Brainsoak for superstitiou sinheritors of the Fall –
Was for Raimonde only more evidence of the one Fear
– Of the Power imbued in every individual –
To be found in the laziest, most literalist sheep
Bloated with the gas of any fundamnentalist flock.
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 