If once again, this night hope burning bright, this life again he choose, to ignite once more light,

if tonight, he arose, '

to join again this worlds dull repose;

Here in this earthly dark, .. \ he felt again .the soil beneath his feet, and saw again the mark »

where earth and foot did meet

and heard aga’in his heart, its steady beat;

l'f once again, he came g

again the messiahs message to say,

to cure on earth, his lame ,. '

to Shed once more, the ray

of resurrection, would We let him stay?

he walked among usas he had said,

would we receive him, how?

or, let us to be led,.__

waving-our palm branches over his head.

If once again this night

he came to shed the dark, and set us free; would we accept his light?

open our eyes to see? '

or put-him on a positive action committee? \ 'v

The Analyst: modern day witch doctor... talks to repressed female of forty... (he's a beige man, in a beige suit, by*a beige couch, in a beige rrxnfi

"So you say; you don't care for it, really don‘t, or won't perhaps?

No.- ‘ ' hnph...hmph...hmn»

'strange synnnrns. , . pray to the ghost of Myra Breckenridge,

. Erica Jeng is a saint.- ' What”do you mean you need a connandment other than let it all hang out, ‘ inhibitions."

,Moral of this Story? Why obvious.” ‘ ‘ Be liberated fBe liberal BeFree: ' r i be analysed i of course.

AN. EFFORT 'AT BEAUTY AND mum '

Ivory and indigo china plates, accentuate the fragile

fingers of her flawless hand, passing in a perfect arch of expression over her i ' .' , a ” \ brows _of black and plucked perfection, ‘ ‘ the sun seeps through the damascie drapes to where she lay shaped,_> 7 in a Studied pose of ease, talking easily and , / i ‘ _ ' unceasingly 0f poverty and its ills. a I study the purple and cream African violets on the window sillr ' » My thoughts go easily in her shrill and steady ,silence, until I see again, the red and raw,.arthritic angles of my mothers hands, as they ran,

I’CJIEAAES ' Ill!

g [)l)(|E

Here in this world now

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THE UPEIVSUN, Thursday, November 22, 1979, page 95

'On.a long dark road, we are going:

nowhere ' FAST!

Faster than hell,

which was contained within those four walls;

just walls; no halls; cubic comfort

but comfort is deceiving,

cus while you were fighting sleeping,

the t.v. set was eating me.

And the book that you wereholding,

slowly began its growing,

to a paperback tomb which starting glowing

revised rhetoric,

my enriched white bread in its plastic wrapper,

furiously fermented, dangerously denented,

it covered up the kitchen.

And if I really listened, I could hear the gas stove hissing

its battle plan, to the cans of Lysol, stalling

in the bathroom;

now - swoom - we‘re free.

or is it too soon, to resume peace, presumed we'd

MACDONALD nee-ed.

0h GOd, now do you see how the window frames the tree? . Carrying us, in a cineoscopic slice of life, no dice, the only deaths in dying, . no crying, the infernal machine gets mean if you don 't meet the standard of strength, - relent, repent, return, don't spurn the eneny: ' it's out time Christ died, we survived, lets see.

A plastic petunia on top of the table between his false teeth and weaving, he left

he danced the flamingo the cops picked him up off to the bar rooms beat the sidewalk and heard legs bent and unstable beWeen wheezes and coughs he gave us a step, " - Oh Jesus, I hurt.

, HERITAGE

Can you feel the chains on your

soft shoulders? '

Steel cold strength like the frigid white teeth of the stuffed head, _

hanging over theioily shined sideboard:

laden with the grotesque memories

of ancient incest and miscarriages,

and the men with tobacco spit

on your white lace tablecloth

where the goose lay spiit open

5 for the feast.

0f vulgar windreddened women

and pimply sore, gangling girls,

carrying their first signs'of their womanhood, with tall awkward Sunday school pride

and bloodstained fear.

in their soothing strength over my sweating

brow and how,

crooning unceasingly through the angry night draughts, she laughed, loudly, in the dishevelled morning before,once more, I

going through the frosty door, to work.

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