by Paul Fearne
Forcing the sideway glimpse We tether up our souls To the genius of the work Proust wrote of this painting But where does it lie now? Does it sit amongst The embers in the antechamber Where all good things go Or does it have respite In the semblances of the night? There is only one thing to do here And that is hide Hide behind the image And know it To be a thing of much talked about renown Do you come?
Paul Fearne holds a PhD from Latrobe University in philosophy, on schizophrenia. He also has a masters from the University of Melbourne in the philosophy of art. His first book, ‘Diary of a Schizophrenic’ was launched at the Melbourne Writers Festival. His poetry has appeared in Westerly, Australian Poetry Journal, Mascara Literary Review, Unusual Work, amongst other places. He has written books on Rimbaud, and Baudelaire, and a book soon to be released on Mallarme, books all through chipmunkapublishing in the UK.