The Complete Apparition : K F Pearson
ego, nor an id,
is of a studied neglect
He could be
cosy, he could be cute
boastful nor a sexy item
Left on the
doorstep as a gift
The Complete Apparition is an existential comedy.
The Apparition is only there when perceived. Many who may evoke him, mostly fail. When he arrives he has a presence. Or he is there unannounced—in boudoir, viaduct, United Nations or outback, backyard or shopping strip, by mantel-piece, on dancefloor, in the Islands, on flatbed truck—or amongst plants or creatures. Not being there for long, there’s a tear in his eye, a catch in his breath for what will be gone, almost as quickly as him.
His fractured story embraces both of Tolstoy’s ‘ two plots: a person leaves home; a stranger comes to town.’ No wonder he sings hymn, anthem, rap, popular song, nursery rhyme, bush ballad or an odd sonnet to suggest he is here. So let him contest with the fear, our fear, of fading.
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