26 June 2010
26 January 2023
here’s the most recent version of this poem, which can only work pictorially (thanks to the unknown author of Reich Autumn for page 239 of their book being reproduced in its entirety in ‘unrepentant’ Führer – this being the only page of the book I have seen. It was lying on vacant land in about 2010 and I photographed it but did not touch it — so I haven’t seen page 240)
but below is the original text (2010) that accompanied the background image
unrepentant führer
solid as the sky is long
hard edged avalon
was not programmed
for low flying metal
time fidgets, a composition
in pain and affray
this sitter for his portrait outsits us
paddling over tartarus
he knows he’s suited for
far more than this