Anton Floyd this is not a poem ( for martin burke )
magritte lived the belgian bourgeois life he mocked it as if to say this is not a life
the natural laws those irreducibles that in the end do for us did for him
his thinking eye unsatistisfied subverted the interim the sentence afterall can just as easily end in a question or exclamation mark overflow its full stop
language is slippery a pipe dream to say what it is the eye sees or thinks it sees and grammar serves as well as overrules sense
magritte ' s heart screamed a fire music to reconfigure the scene his world of words he repronounced his sentence its rhythms galloped theatrically like a horse and rider into mystery
he seesawed his uncertainties in belgium and then somersaulted miraculously into juxtaposition