Second verse of “Spark of Life” Song by Tony Chapman and “The Civilized Animal 1” picture by Tony Chapman.

“when winter comes in and the leaves are dying
when blizzards sting and your soul is crying
your father gives up,  your mother falls on the floor
The Spark of Life is still there, to reach for”.

Palace of Versailles (poem) by Tony Chapman

Maze Drawings by Tony Chapman

spontaneous writing on my very own blog: hurtles, backfiring, over the crescent of the yellow hill, dazzled by sunflowers and a myriad daisies and yellow tulips and multiple suns and I’ve been brain washed to thinking what I write and draw can never be quite good enough… what do you think?

Poem by Robert Desnos

Robert Desnos

I’ve Dreamed of You So Much

I’ve dreamed of you so much that you’re losing your reality.
Is it already too late for me to embrace your living and breathing body
and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice so dear to me?
I’ve dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown accustomed to lying crossed upon my own chest in a desperate attempt to encircle your shadow, might not be able to unfold again to embrace the contours of your body.
And coming face-to-face with the actual incarnation of what has haunted me and ruled me and dominated my life for so many days and years
might very well turn me into a shadow.
Oh equilibriums of the emotional scales!
I’ve dreamed of you so much that it might be too late for me to ever wake up again.
I sleep on my feet, body confronting all the usual phenomena of life and love, and yet when it comes to you,
the only being on the planet who matters to me now,
I can no more touch your face and lips than I can those of the next random passerby.
I’ve dreamed of you so much, have walked and talked and slept so much with your phantom presence that perhaps the only thing left for me to do now
is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadowy
than that shadow which moves and will go on moving,
stepping lightly and joyfully across the sundial of your life.

A la mystérieuse 1926

Maze Drawing 104 by Tony Chapman

washing the diamonds off the back of time.

Blog number one consists of an irresistible lure to all traffic who are currently floating in the motley pool of infinity, ragged trousers wrapped around their wardrobes of gold.
    ”come one and come all, oh, ye hybrid dredgers of monkey paths, zooified and admonished by the terror servers, the smart derailers, the heaven sent admonishers, please don’t give up on us, just keep rolling in, oh ye traffic, heaven sent and clustered, it is not you but my pen that does this writing,  this heaven sent, silly, clubfooted writing, a thousand tongues, scattered with every black ink mark, it is not I but my pen”.

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