Australis
Wake of river, between mist-filled canyons, dense trees, leeches, roads wrought on the backs of ridges, untraced save by feet.
Bark and circles.
Black iron pagodas and low, square-founded sites, with around shimmering, yellow stalk, a true Neanderthal head, an unmanifested star: Standing at angles to the sun on top of the hill.
Not an inch uncultivated, kelp, no titanic masonry dropped, bordering, and draping, filled-in oratories, dragon creepers, fjords, scarce walkers, the upper dell obliquely green, ice and grey churning.
JF ca. 1990
Untitled painting by myself, from 1986. Tempera on paper.
Room, from 1986
I wondered if you'd ever published any of these short works, like Australis, in a collection. I think there good enough.
ReplyDeleteLove the chaos of Room '86.
Ray, I appreciate the comment. No, I did not publish Australis until now -- some of the pieces I've posted appeared in small magazines and zines at one time, but not in a collection. Good idea though. My room of that time was pretty chaotic, at least in that shot. I see the wall had a cutting about Burroughs taped up.
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