Manifesto

I denounce the frozen metal certainties Of the faceless machine; I refuse to pray To primitive totems adored by elites. Leech like passion clings to crude idols of clay. I will keep on wrestling with my angels, To create feral forms of vital beauty I'm tired of paltry, painted skeletons! I'll compose vast sketches of reality. And utilize the hard - bitten bones of Truth To sustain and order bold layers of flesh. I will plot profound dreamscapes of Age & Youth. I will mine mortal seams of hope & distress And gather them into a single folio. I shall reclaim the prodigal rays of light That flood through imperious stained glass windows. And via Art I shall filter and refine. My heart will throb to a different rhythm. Transitory matters shall be transcended. I know my gifts are girded & God given. I will capture sordid things and make them blessed. And they shall become sweet hymns of devotion. I will speak of molecules, moon, flower, star. I will praise deep mysteries of Creation. I will pour my life's blood - my peculiar, petulant essence onto the pure white page. Until the precious light of words leaps like flames!