Long Breton Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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"How Huxley Sees the World"



He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from 
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to life in sleep
electric light colour bursts forth 
from a perspective unique
a hare...

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To witness no trace of a step, that has lingered beneath the dewy lush grass.
Then to gaze upon greatest glory! While creation unfolds right in front of you.
Revealing its treasured secrets, while you stand stunned,...

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Unquotable quotes: Beggars - XXX

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse;...

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When you are in the mood just do what you have to do and don’t get confused; when you are in the mood take a voyage to the moon and plant some poles in the...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it clear 
What is what
But then it was an exciting
Paris of...

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Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes

So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the...

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MARKET    IN    BRITTANY,     FRANCE

Lost my kids once just for a  minute   or so  in the market:   needle in haystack.
Busy...

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I don’t know if owning a beautiful home,
Facing the sea, makes happy,
There are people who do not manage their thoughts,
And that makes them dangerous,

There are people who are convinced
That the Eiffel Tower is the center...

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“Lark Ascending"



We sleep 
through 

the worst of it all, 
snake bit

prospects thin 
sometimes we give 

sometimes we give in
our losses add credits to the win

we keep warm our dreams
hold close our transparent lost loves 

as...

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Ghost of Le Moulin



Between Fabrezan to Tournasay 
where the cruel Cers wind blows,
Lie’s maison le Moulin
amongst the wine groves.

Every year on certain night 
you can hear a child calling,
twould cause a fright,
She’s the Ghost of...

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Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a...

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The trees, big or small, high or low,
Are the nicest things in the world,
They wouldn’t hurt a fly, a sparrow,
They host all the birds, blue or white
Summer or winter, in the mountains or plains,

They’re the...

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The robin redbreast is hardly afraid,
He is not afraid of cemeteries,
Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family,
Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis,
Since he is Breton, the bird...

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We’re on the same boat
Nurses and teachers,
Doctors and farmers,
Mr. Moreno and his “maricon”
Enrico Macias and his dry guitar,

We are on the same boat,
The Sevillans and the Marseillais,
The Brazilians and their forests,
My sister Anne and her...

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