Bluff. Obit 08/05/2000 I.M.
entering, you come to the conclusion
that the Baroque
was not recherché or evolved, but happened
-- it had to.
to the Kraken's grotto, an atmosphere
of artful contrived
mermaids mermade from stingrays.
Sea-opal on the wall, Gaudi's mutating cathedral
wedding cake resized on a more
human scale fit
for suburbanites --
that breeds terraced cloudspace palaces.
is the childhood forest
bristling with paradox where unconscious
archetypes go to die. A
is home among the chaos
of souvenirs: collect
collect -- horde up other lives against the word.
be reassured that somewhere still
boys dive for pearls, girls wrestle with wolves
for magic love-charms. Here
in the magic storeroom of impossibility lie
the unanswered question
& timebomb third wish.
the forgotten, Tumbolia of lost things: the keys
to Limbo: the Kingdom
of Alien Logic. Go
curator of the hardly possible, historian
of hyper-reality kitsch dreams, Mrs Quixote,
radical semiologist, Minister
of Kiwi Kultur. Tell
the syntax of paua shells. Go
to Paua Paradise. Children
of all ages still
will come in giggling groups to breathe
found curios in
the good witch's cave.