i was told there was no poetry in the world
that our new world was visual;
and i should document
not via words -more images
i thought about this for a while
then went with a photographer
to capture the beauty in photographic images
i shot streets and people,parks and gardens
all angular controlled rainy grainy and gray
the images i threw away(there was no reason for keeping the prosaic..
same today.Magick lives within-a hidden spring
that bubbles forth with laughter and joy when released
but when controlled and made to fit within a frame
of dull prose..