Preface

Preface

And what is a preface? A praytense, a protext?

Let me write you one preambling in fashion of the dane

Mistier Churchfarm with his obleak cane and stove hatts.

He sad, “It’s a mood, like schapening a skythe

Tyouning a guitar, chartting with a child,

Sputing out the window. Like bowing to dance

Then not moving. Tugging the horse, how it goes prrooff.

Not caring a fick for the hurl whirled. Like standing

On evasive hill stairing after the wild geests,

Seeing the forus track seaductiff dizzypeer…”

Or his anonyme said so and then who would say 

It is a pinch of scribble

For what follows allshow is no first face:

Thousends off pages of his walking words,

Mattered life meets mute death and veerily

Young Sorrowhen means it.

 Preface, by Philip Harvey
from Wake Up