by MacCruiskeen » Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:03 pm
GODHEADGEAR
I
I was about five when I saw God's face in a dream,
He was a man-face floating alone high in the sky
Topped with a black beret, his serious pale face
Bitten into by a beret, his watchful face
Brooding over the pane of the flowing sea,
A tight hat slanted on his head like a commando,
A beret jammed on his head like a Frenchman,
Like a child of the Thirties who hates his hat,
In the dress uniform of a Chelsea Artist,
Hovering over the sea like a pleated smock:
In a sea-green smock, he is frowning into his belly.
II
Is God a Frenchman? Is he a small child
Ashamed in a hat his parents laugh at?
The beret in the Fifties was a hospital style
After leucotomy, to keep the shaved head warm,
The hat-rim clear of the taped skull-cuts
Where the bistoury had sliced off voltage-transmissions
Of 'I will slaughter my kids' from
'How soft their breathing'. I feel cured!
He said, with most of his brain.
A surgery popular then: on the upgrade again.
III
Is half God's brain missing, is this why he wears
The black badge of leucotomy, of the baby-killer?
Is the pale brow gristle, for serenity,
Like Melville's cartilage-cliff, that white whale-brow?
IV
Later God showed me another dream. Like a judge
There he floats above the tides, in his black cap;
He snatches it off and the lovely hair tumbles,
The sheer raven in stepways of perfume!
God, snatch off your clumsy biretta,
Pluck off forever that syndicate hat,
Whale of Ages, eschew your bitter fedora,
Defer in your own presence, uncover,
Pull off your head of hair that shadow of the Mafia.
If you came in disguise, doff it now;
If you are pregnant with your tides, we shall wait them out;
If you are in your bloody courses, we shall not say child-killer.
[url=http://books.google.de/books?id=J4A9AAAAIAAJ&pg=PA17&lpg=PA17&dq=%22peter+redgrove%22+The+Weddings+at+Nether+Powers+fedora&source=bl&ots=9qtLgHC8na&sig=nAQGh420R8H4Y9Qaw0jZAdWs9HM&hl=de&ei=BbmtSZHYMoWi0AW7rcG7BQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=1&ct=result#PPP1,M1]Peter Redgrove.
From The Weddings at Nether Powers.[/url]
"Ich kann gar nicht so viel fressen, wie ich kotzen möchte." - Max Liebermann,, Berlin, 1933
"Science is the belief in the ignorance of experts." - Richard Feynman, NYC, 1966
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