Quotes by Rg Gregory
mine's at best a clodhopper's truth
death as a welcoming thought / is life's worst admission
so before you get your face / smashed in - give us back our beano
the question mark / over the human race / has elephantiasis
it was the red indians first / that went into the making / of mom's deliciously red apple pies
you're just a silly old grand-dad / yes - i'm happy to leave it at that
a clock lacks blood till bitten by its tick
knicker-twisted poets - suffice that they exist
a thin nose of light / hovers on the step
my mind like a lizard's leg / in the first notch / of the endlessly upward wall
the querulous beak of the ibis is our frail best bet
boom boom boom goes the sun / cracking the concrete
round the corner the cobalt bomb breeds visions of loveliness
don't loot my stopped voice for pity - gather my songs
the meek shall inherit the dearth
desire to kill off what's not understood / is the blight of all leaders
up the ladder and round the bend / age spirals like a convolvulus
love is such a misdemeanour of a word
death will extract me / a disappointed man / there can be no arriving
he haunts the forest now tucked up as frond
the not-yet-written / songs of human dignity / are not yet being sung
a girl is born - lullay lullay
it's nature sticks a finger up our nose
to dare the raging river to / meander through the meadows
if we squeeze our darkness / through a doorway / what new voice might come
