- Raymond Pettibon
Ray's trains of thought
Begin in Oklahoma
One place I've never been
Except in sleep.
To shut your eyes is
Like to travel.
His trains of thought
Have worn the tracks
Where they roar through many
An idle or curious mind.
And out the other side.
But now Ray's iron chariot
Has steamed into
This walking library:
A poet drunk on ink
And HB pencils
Pockets stuffed with papers clipped
Scraps with phrases underlined
Linguistic chaff
And leitmotifs
Homologies
And old delirium.
"Pages
that hold the truth
are blank!"
Ray clips my ticket
It leaves me waiting.
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gw2011/
I like this a lot Gwilym.
ReplyDeleteyes it rattles along
ReplyDeletejohn
Pat and John, thank you both!
ReplyDeleteTheoretically my next post should be a blank page as I wait for the Pettibon train of thought to move off along whatever lines. But inspired by that idea I soon found an almost empty page. An almost deserted beach. The haiku fits to the concluding line of the poem Trains of Thoughts in a kind of Beckett way in that we will inevitably find ways to amuse ourselves so to speak in the waiting room of our existence.
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