THOUGHTS TO SET THE IMAGINATION ADRIFT

 

 

i

 

To wax philosophical and produce a Camus for Madame Toussauds.

 

 

ii

 

He lost his balance and slid into insanity.

 

 

iii

 

"This is a double-barrelled repeater," he said, "which I have tactfully named 'The Parrot'."

 

 

iv

 

In one of my dreams I was a sleepwalker.

 

 

v

 

When we northerners set sail, we set sail to the south.

 

 

vi

 

A swarm of people around an empty beehive.

 

 

vii

 

Drunkenness abated, he staggered to his senses.

 

 

viii

 

The "Tap-Dancers' Concerto" was recently played, in the key of blunt imagination, to a full house of chimps on Mars.  All box-office records were broken and duly scattered throughout the Solar System.

 

 

ix

 

To be buoyed-up, like a cork, on a current of enlightenment, and safely borne across a sea of tempestuous creativity - such is the raft every artist craves.

 

 

x

 

The seahorse, or hippocampus, is a kind of small fish that lives on plankton.  The horse, a solid-hoofed quadruped, is a large mammal that lives on oats.

 

 

xi

 

The sea lion lives on the land, but the lion does not live in the water.

 

 

xii

 

An artist with the genius to execute a painting entitled "Capital Punishment".

 

 

xiii

 

A train of thought speeding through a small tunnel in the mind.

 

 

xiv

 

The monk's habits habitually came to grief in the presence of his habit.

 

 

xv

 

We call it a rainbow because the sun's rays have fashioned from the rain an arch of prismatic colours which miraculously resembles an arrowless bow.

 

 

xvi

 

Her body was the magnet of my desire.

 

 

xvii

 

Nebular clusters on the sun-bleached sands of Zanzibar, mirage of Chinese hills littered with sleeping elephants.  Whose feet invade our house of nuptial splendour?  Swiftly evaporating, the love-crazed host return to air.

 

 

xviii

 

We pitched our tents towards the enemy's camp.

 

 

 

xix

 

As an unmarried mother who disapproved of abortion, she anathematized her lover's pudenda and subsequently gave birth to a eunuch.

 

 

xx

 

They pay homage to the ruins of a former civilization, like mourners around a grave.

 

 

xxi

 

During the night the lovers, lying side-by-side, dreamed that they were making love.  In the morning, the man informed the woman that he had 'taken her' in his sleep.

 

 

xxii

 

"Oh that," he said, referring to the overly hyperbolical assertion of a nearby cinema advertisement, "that is merely the stigma of inimical criteria!"

 

 

xxiii

 

The composer was obliged to atone for his atonal music.

 

 

xxiv

 

She became an iconoclast after breaking my heart.

 

 

xxv

 

Political asylums for demented politicians.

 

 

xxvi

 

Had his madness not been so useful to society, he would most certainly have been classified insane!

 

 

xxvii

 

The living dead bear flowers to their former lives in graves beneath a sombre sky.  The flowers die, the dead live on.

 

 

xxviii

 

In order to get aboard the bus, we had to jump the queue.

 

 

xxix

 

"Less of your cheek and more of your lips!" he retorted to his new girlfriend.

 

 

xxx

 

We lost track of love way back in the labyrinth of our pride.

 

 

xxxi

 

After the clouds have stopped crying, I shall be obliged to wipe their tears from my spectacle lenses.

 

 

xxxii

 

We sent each other large letters through the post, and subsequently discovered that the total number received duly added-up to each-other's names.

 

 

xxxiii

 

The fish was cured, but the cat was doctored.

 

 

xxxiv

 

He is a man sadly addicted to temperance.

 

 

xxxv

 

Her iris is like a small, calm sea which surrounds the Island of Pupil.

 

 

xxxvi

 

We wade through a stream of traffic.

 

 

 

xxxvii

 

In his spare time the circus employee, whose task it was to tame wild cats, amused himself by making tame cats wild.

 

 

xxxviii

 

He dreamed that the local fire station had burnt down while the local police station was being burgled.

 

 

xxxix

 

Smote by terrible passions, the wounded hug their tormentors like angry bears.

 

 

SURREY/LONDON 1973–5 (Revised 2011)

 

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