The Way to Zed: a psychic pilgrimage in twenty-six parts
The sequence of poems quickly began to take on the form of a surreal quest narrative, with the mysterious letter zed at its end.
After some crossing some hurdles I finally made it to the izzard on the July 1st 2018. I am now (as of February 2019) working on a Tarot deck inspired by the poems with the artist Abigail Jones.
The rest of the sequence is now taken down for editing (and publisher-seeking), but the current (February 2019) drafts of 'A' 'B' and 'C' appear below. The ancestral symbols which are relevant here include: for A, a bull's head (I would also refer readers to Malcolm McNeill's article 'A is for Girl'); for B, a building and (in runes) a birch tree; and for C, a throwing stick.
a view with a horizon.
Anything: an acorn.
and you should
an apple with you
a long journey or,
anyway, a journey into
Beneath its branches: butterflies.
Between its boughs: birds.
Behind its bark: beetles.
Below, bright against the blackened soil, beds of borage and buddleia bushes burgeon.
but it will give but one word back. Just,
The clock ticks.
Crickets chirp, crows caw.
You came here for a certain purpose.
The celestial ceiling clouds over, then clears again
to uncover a crescent moon, so crisp
you can see the curves of the craters.
savour its heft in your hand.
Could it, in fact, be the object of your search,
so recently commenced? (Come off it).
succumb to its tacit command,
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