a personal history, Billy Childish

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i hunt death
like a black spyder
like it is a black spyder i mean
a black spyder that i hope
and pray i will not find

what im trying to say is
that i hunt truth
like it is a black spyder
seen
scurrying between a stack
of old bricks
in my fathers back yard

Comments

[everetteseven.livejournal.com]

Love this. It's excellent.

[tuesdaylectures.livejournal.com]

I'm glad! Me too. I like the idea of truth being a kind of equivalent to death, and I like how it seems so simple but hinges subtly on that really oddly insightful notion. There are a few more of his poems linked at the bottom of the page here (http://www.thestoolpigeon.co.uk/issue/17/billy-childish-poem-17/), if you're interested :)