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June 07, 2005

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Pastures In The Sky
Published by Pomegranate Artbooks
Bow 6099, Rohnert Park, California 94927 in association with Curved Space UK Ltd. and Increfible Images Inc., 1993
Illusrations and text copywrighted 1993 Pactrick Woodroffe

CHANGING PLACES – 1

Ask not to change your given place
To trade your plumage or your face,
For when such change becomes contagious
The consequence can prove outrageous!

CHANGING PLACES – 2

If things could be the way they aren’t
And get the things they think they want,
They’s still be bored with what they’d got
And changing places quite a lot.

I’M COMING TO GET YOU! (“The Hedgebank Nun,” HALLELUJAH ANYWAY, p 74)

Who is God, if he’s not the Sun?
Heaven knows! said the hedgebank nun.

THE DEATH OF THE AIR (THE SECOND EARTH, p 98)

Writing about web page http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/stuecs/2005/06/08/al_woodroffe28_the_death_of_the_air_miasma_generator.jpg

“Put out my thousand eyes,” said the locust, “for I cannot watch a thousand locusts die.”
“Kill me now,” said the last fairy, “for I cannot kill myself.”
The rainbow broke in the sky.
No rain, no hail, no snow. The long-dead forests burned in root and branch, the last snail baked within his house.

THE DEATH OF BELTEMPEST

“Where are your flocks?” cried Malice to the good sheperd, for all his clouds had gone astray.
“The rainbow's broken in the sky, your kingdom is dead from end to end. Beltempest sleep forever.”

FOR ENGLAND AND SAINT GEORGE (“St. Gorge and the Martyr,” HALLELUJAH ANYWAY, p 11)

So bring thy ploughshare – let us forge
A sword for England and St. George.
Thy pruning hook I’ll borrow
To make an arrow.

ALICIA AND SARAH (“Alicia, Sarah and the Bailiff,” HALLELUJAH ANYWAY, p 15)

Writing about web page http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/stuecs/2005/06/08/alicia_and_sarah.jpg

Alicia’s delice were her eyes made of jade,
And Sarah’s hair fluttered like split orangeade
Their blouses were gaped by a curious breeze
And, not knowing they did it, the temptresses teased.

THE COASTAL FOOTPATH ("St. Anthony in the Rain," HALLELUJAH ANYWAY, p 63)

He walked the gilded edges of the book,
And as the sea whitened on the rocks below
He glimsped nothing but a peeping verge
Where naught is writ.

THE POET AND THE WOOD–REEVE’S DAUGHTER (HALLELUJAH ANYWAY, p 22)

And the wood-reeve dressed her like an angler’s fly,
For his daughter was as deaf as a field of rye;
Having ears in plenty but hearing naught,
How else might a suitable suitor be caught?

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