Showing posts with label Charles Laughton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Laughton. Show all posts
Thursday, April 18, 2019
GOD SPEAKS
through Charlie,
a sniggering fat
humpbacked bell ringer
ringing in death
reborn in April's breath
breathing life into flowers,
a mauling of Johnny's beauty,
in a tangle of slippery truths,
whose roots are thorns
pricking fingers of shame.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019
Labels:
Beauty/Truth,
Charles Laughton,
Easter,
France,
God,
Grecian Urns,
Humpbacks,
Hunchbacks,
John Keats,
Notre-Dame,
Paris,
Passover
Friday, May 1, 2009
A HUNCHBACK IN DISGUISE?
(bent) back hump
shadow looms lost
among natural things. trapped
in mosaic and stained
glass answers the following
question: can god be
a deformity?
the answer,
on the screen, in black and white
clearly tells us
that we may
be looking
in the wrong
places.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1971
shadow looms lost
among natural things. trapped
in mosaic and stained
glass answers the following
question: can god be
a deformity?
the answer,
on the screen, in black and white
clearly tells us
that we may
be looking
in the wrong
places.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1971
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