No music groan
we’ve laid on you all day haven’t we?
so now as the chaos christens the sting
and the exceptional birth of the world is unflawed
we have time to ask your own wishes; a mid fleshed
light makes movement repel a shadow
the marrionette craves its own acre of sky;

No efface moves the world
as the fury of a mask draped in pleasure
the name of three people praying on one animal
so the animal disapears
breaks a mountain with music
-and the drunk wind knows
that tomorrow is rent yet again!-


is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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