Jeff Brooks
Jeff (mtic@aol.com) reports, "Here's something...a found object. It was
sent to a nonprofit (also nonprophet) organization I write junk mail
for. Judging from the handwriting I'd say the writer is a woman in her
50s or 60s. I wish I could tell you her name: it works well with her
themes. I shortened it considerably (it's seven pages long), and made
some minor emendations.
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Love the dear pear
The pear dropped from the Tree of life.
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Paint with pear juice, to work like baptism. Paint a violet. Paint an
O with pear juice. Place seven layers of pear pulp over your left eye.
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A cat winks like a short pear line.
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A bite into a pear creates exploding molecules, far more than a bite
into most fruits; mental chaos follows disobedience: neither shall ye
touch it lest ye die.
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Salvation: Rub a gourd to assure the soul of the absence of too much
static. The room you're in could stand a lining. Iron out the jolts.
Be one of the elect!
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An angel of the Lord wrote "STOP" under a showcase. "Spoken" was
written afterwards above my bed -- a few years later.
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The letter p is richer than it sounds. It may suggest the nutcracker.
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The shape of a guitar reminds of a pear or a gourd. Its alto-bass music
mediates the buzz of traffic.
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The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof.
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Jeff Brooks