The garden of earthly preoccupation

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Fri, 05 Aug 2016
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Guilt is sunning itself in the garden.

Upturned plates on supermarket steaks
deny the flies, whom,
I’m convinced,
would indulge, given half a chance.

Paranoia patrols the old suburban streets,
seeking new justifications.

The garden is resting,
save for a few workingclass pigeons,
a microlite,
and my mother.

Blue buses busy themselves among the cafes of Counter-Earth.

Certificate U
Poem
Parson Thruses Dairy
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by seashore on

I've read this one several times, and decided I really like how surreal it is...working class pigeons and blue buses...why not?

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you seashore. That's lovely feedback. There's a certain style I've been enjoying in visual art for months (it began life as a movement in literature) and that I've been trying to do something with. I'm a hundred years late, but that's OK. It's lovely to see you mention the term. I never realised what a fascinating period that was (coming out of Dadaism, Cubism etc into super real, hyper real - which I thought was far more recent). Whilst I'm over here, I want to track down a painting by the Italian Metaphysical painter de Chirico, whom I've discovered is a major influence on the work of Dalí. (Footnote: all just diversionary fun. Not serious. Not a claim to knowledge or expertise. I am a child turning pages of a book.) Thanks seashore.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you cherry picker. Beautiful!!!!

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Submitted by celticman on

guilt is sunning itself in the garden, well, tell it to get off it's fat arse and get a job. Pithy take. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

It's been decorating its mam's effing kitchen all day. VAT well-deserved. Hope you're well matey. Book? ;-) gimme gimme

Madrid. Anywhere. I'll pick it up. Try Casa de las Torrejas in Calle del Correo.

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