Marc Quinn
and
Zsolt Asztalos
. . . these are the shell seekers
seeking the truth
in the curve and the lie
of a shell
I found some
of Marc's
by the Venice lagoon
where they gleamed with the fire and the glare
of the sun -
an explosion of light
on the quay
of San Giorgio
and Zsolt's new collection
in the Magyar pavilion
over the water
singly and lined up in rows -
these were dud shells
which had failed
to ignite after
firing . . .
That last picture was such a shock Gwil and put the whole thing in perspective.
ReplyDeleteYes, I don't always put the pics at the top. I like to place them for impact.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nicely startling turn, Gwilym. It's a good poem even without the pictures.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks George. I hope to have a look at the Egyptian video later today.
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