Concept Poem

written by Neil Berecry Brown



Time dances: Nature plays,

Between dreaming and waking: Nature Plays;

Nature makes me laugh.


A place to play

A place to imagine

A place out of time to conjure with

No place


But this place, this time, this unfolding,

Of nothing,


makes me laugh.





Making art for nothing,

playing on the edge of it all,

Suspending, holding in abeyance

The laws of everything.



Alive with expanded sensual acuity

To the play of seductive impossibilities;

(And the weight and flesh of them).

Revelling and rejoicing

in wanton cognitive precision.



Playing with fire


My mother told me I never should

Play with the Gypsies in the wood.


Hello Gypsies!