Thursday, March 17, 2016

AC Evans, COUTURE AND ANARCHY


Mysterium Fascinans, image by AC Evans


COUTURE AND ANARCHY


It’s that horrible film
With the look of lifestyle,
With that panicky retro-slut
Who began life as a 3-D CG Model.

(I suffer from a terror of empty spaces.

Too many weird people:
Alcohol-crazed killers,
Chavs, geeks, posh totty and
A sex bomb in specs from
The Chiswick Chocolate Tasters Club
A high voltage sharp-shooter
Wearing nothing but
‘Alien’ Eau Luminescente
Limited Edition – and a mask of horror.

I suffer from a terror of empty spaces.)

Flirting with the underclass,
Chatting up your neo-noir girlfriend,
And your hooker sister,
Dreaming of other towns,
Dreaming of other times, I’m
Trapped in an episodic TV drama
A lifetime away from the never-never land
Of literary theory
(Worlds within worlds,
Write-direct-shoot-edit).

Improbable notions of couture and anarchy
Haunt our every moment, hovering out here
On the western fringes.

A starry list of guests:
Welcome to my world.



—AC Evans



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