Published in 1983 this little volume contains a number poems including R2D2 squared, The Dark Invader (both of these with the drawings) along with The Poem of Now, Paleokhora,  I Didn’t Want the Role, Containers and 33 others.

Under this Category – The Insight Giver I shall be adding some of the more interesting ‘others’.

Incidentally it is possible to obtain copies of this. I will send anywhere post free for the sum of £4.99 a copy.  Post a comment with your email and your address and I’ll send you my bank details so that you can credit me the appropriate amount. When that has cleared I’ll post by return.

For example here’s one of them.

I Didn’t Want the Role.

 

I didn’t want to be a worker.

What future rests in steady wages?

Summer days – emasculated rages;

fellows unaware of iron cages,

a life that’s logged on empty pages:

I didn’t want the role.

 

 

I didn’t want to be a husband.

What future is there in a marriage?

The privet trimmed, a junk-filled garage

a broken will, a taste for cabbage,

the tribal warfare of a savage;

I didn’t want that role.

 

 

I didn’t want to be a lover.

A future as a tethered stud,

forgotten faces in the mud,

no preparations for the Flood,

making choices with a rush of blood;

I didn’t want that role.

 

 

I didn’t want to be a father.

There is no future for a Dad;

the old man tottered by a lad,

a role that’s really rather sad

-they tell me Oedipus went mad -

I didn’t want that role.

 

 

I didn’t want to be a ‘man’.

No future for that kind of species,

prey to all the culture teaches,

dogmatically defined, the choice of niches;

condemned to roam the nether reaches:

I didn’t want that role.

 

 

I would rather kill my ‘I’;

erase the future – scotch the snake -

free myself from ego’s fake

then drift as nothing in the wake

of anything the flux creates.

That’s the way I’d like to take.

                                                       Soho ‘82.