The Folksinger has lost her voice after singing her heart out all evening. She was now sipping a café au lait and listening to the Poet-with-the-Beret who has a Che Guevara look in his eyes. He is more than pleased to have the opportunity to explain his vision of what the Lake Poets were really saying. The Folksinger’s guitar stands forgotten, as she considers the depth of the poet’s eyes.
The Older-Bald-Guy sitting in the corner is contemplating universal truths. He is considering poetry as a Performance Art form. He visualises the title “Poetry as a Plastic Art” wrought in pink neon tubing using a wonderfully retro Art Deco style. He is waiting for a new pot of his favourite blend to finish dripping.
The words that he has written in his steno pad are arranged in a roughly circular pattern. They reflected his appreciation of Hinduism, and the form of his words represent the eternal Circle of Flame within which Siva, as Nataraj, dances his cycle of destruction and rebirth. They are reproduced below, and should be read down the left side and up the right.
Note: To see this properly, you may have to copy the jpeg image then enlarge to view.
The Older-Bald-Guy sitting in the corner is contemplating universal truths. He is considering poetry as a Performance Art form. He visualises the title “Poetry as a Plastic Art” wrought in pink neon tubing using a wonderfully retro Art Deco style. He is waiting for a new pot of his favourite blend to finish dripping.
The words that he has written in his steno pad are arranged in a roughly circular pattern. They reflected his appreciation of Hinduism, and the form of his words represent the eternal Circle of Flame within which Siva, as Nataraj, dances his cycle of destruction and rebirth. They are reproduced below, and should be read down the left side and up the right.
Note: To see this properly, you may have to copy the jpeg image then enlarge to view.
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