Now
reanimate
those marvels.
How
this momen
contain
Chaos
No sun
No moon
playe
on the long beaches.
darkness
hostile
at every point
resist
such art as resource
And sea
Up
Down windy
He gave to each its place,
gazing
also
of the other
resound the dome
The fiery aspiratio
to the top
between
Which rested at the bottom
delicate waters
ingeni us
control
commanded
into waves
the wind
hurl s
Deep and gloomy
observe the banks to pour
their delight into earth
to roll sweetly
Humping
a pattern
between-
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I like the wild and uneven nature of this site, how it wavers at the edge of what I might predict and that which totally knocks my surprise socks off. And sends me holiday email.
So this piece is a tribute to dead ol Ronald Johnson - wassup, Ron, you're haunting me now, its very pleasant, don't stop. The Flood re-issue of Radi os. Anselm Hollo name dropped this years ago, and now its in my hands. This is very much a mode of mine - and to see Ronald working with such deft gusto and elan ... well, my wife Sarah is giving me a blow by blow off the Victoria Secret's model-a-thon, so I better post this and go join in the christmas spirit...
(taken from Ovid's Creation myth as translated by Ted Hughes)
