‘If all men already knew my message, saw my smile

matches the silence and the stillnesslike the speaking silenceof the retrochoir behind the altarof a simple white Greek island church –that has no ornament; simply wallspainted in a pale blue wash,the space, the air itself, as radiant with heaven;behind the iconostasis – gold and candle and eternal gaze –where praise is prepared; thought surrendered;humility the…

this is pagan savagery anda shame to our pure souls!*(Please excuse the yellow smearof chicken tikka on this screen;chicken from a factory farmthat led a miserable life..these lines were written inrighteous anger, and just aftera delicious Hindu meal.)

there was no needto greet youand when you leftand stillness stayedthere was no needto say goodbye.

got together and agreed hey times is gettin’ toughwe need a strategy.Urgently; ideallya subject racewith superior pawswhile we wait for evolutionto do its thing. How aboutusing easily-fooled, sentimentalold Two-legs?They got great hands,sexy bastards.Right guys,we need to be smaller than wild –-the smaller, the more sentimental Two-legs gets; andcatch them young, they’re yours for life…;and we…

even the doorhandle, gently turned,seems to speak a messagebefore the room entered, the first breath takenof the room’s own airand on the table, the grey-green vase seemsto be the host; the silent messenger: the furnituresomehow eternal in its order; every line and curvewithin the room speaking of somedivine geometry; the shaded sunlight seemsto fall on…

wings folded taking anambrosia break andlaughing gently overthe lies they hear most oftenwhen they’re passing overthey were saying thatapart from the old ones likewe must have lunch sometime andthe cheque’s in the post andI promise to take it out before…..there’s now I could do this with youall day where’s the remotebut then they got on…