The books behind me
included I see,
A look in the mirror
Is it now clearer?
My setting requires not,
that my garb inspire thought,
if the shirt here
enfolding my arms,
blocks out winter's cold, its temperature harm,
Late nights do isolate my vision,
carved out there in char, spacial revision.
Shaping again, draw and configure,
The onset of sleep, taxing my vigour.
Draw more now draw more,
my hand pulls me fore,
Fighting a battle-against-paper my sword-
-is the carbon enfolded-in-the arranger-of-word,
my grip persisting to finish my chore,
Draw the eyes, they were last, looking-in-carbon lore.
J0hn Hunter Speier
Recent work, and explorations of techniques, aesthetics and poetics.