Flawer

Whoever leads a solitary life and yet now and then wants to attach himself somewhere, whoever, according to changes in the time of day, the weather, the state of his business, and the like, suddenly wishes to see any arm at all to which he might cling--he will not be able to manage for long without a window looking on to the street. And if he is in the mood of not desiring anything and only goes to his window sill a tired man, with eyes turning from his public to heaven and back again, not wanting to look out and having thrown his head up a little, even then the horses below will draw him down into their train of wagons and tumult, and so at

Mind split, darkness tripled Tree unfurled, branches rippled And spread its banner for all to see Come and dance around the poison tree Poison tree! Tree of life bears bitter fruit Harvest yields the iron boot A seed is sown and grows, now see All gather round the poison tree Poison tree! Come all ye fair and tender frail Seeking out the holy graIl There's but one truth will set you free Swing your partner round the poison tree Poison tree! Snake awakes and glides to the side Allowing God to run and hide But Eve and Adam won't let him be Curled fast around the poison tree Poison tree! (Gary Lucas, 1990, from "Gods and Mons

It is too difficult to love someone. However, I haven't submitted anything since - what? - more than two months! A century! Okay, it's definitely not a good period for me, whatever I do: drawing, living, is the same. And I've never been so busy before. But I'm working on a big thing, a sort of paper-and-ink symphony in five movements (or six). So, if there's somebody who cares about it, I promise that I'll finish it among two weeks (maybe) - If only I had more time! Thanks for listening. Bye, flawer