in your enchanted
bloodened sweat
lifted from the head
& heart plotted
from terminus
is not appointed
from the head
beatified friend,
harp-blood
of our found
& fondest
consonance
wound’s winnow...
is not appointed
from the head
Verity Spott. Poet. 'He'd make a big show of sticking the two torn halves in his wallet. When we buried him, Frank and I tossed the last two halves he gave us into his grave. Here ' 'Between the two torn halves of my soul are cities and climates' 'Place those two torn halves of the map together again and you are re-enacting the history of the Silurian to Devonian periods' 'The two torn halves promise but never deliver full restitution'
in your enchanted
bloodened sweat
lifted from the head
& heart plotted
from terminus
is not appointed
from the head
beatified friend,
harp-blood
of our found
& fondest
consonance
wound’s winnow...
is not appointed
from the head
Not posted here in a while. Hello. Hi to all you folks who comment on my blog posts. I hope your love spells and potions are bringing you wealth and gigantic genitals. You filthy lot.
I've been writing something which is currently not shareable - mainly because it is huge and unwieldy in quite a new way. I've been going to one particular room with a large black book and writing with a very tiny nib. Here are some unreadable notebook pages.
I'm also making prints of some of the ink / typewriter / watercolour pieces I've posted on this blog before. Drop me an email (verityspott(at)gmail.com) if you are interested in getting one. They are fifteen quid a pop which is the low end of what art friends suggested and at the higher end of what I think is just a bit more than okay. Happy to do reductions if that's too pricey, or deals for sets.