#522 The Improvement

Things might seem to be
how they seem until you

reach the door — or, more 
probably, one of many doors — 

marked Magritte the Magi-
cian, open any of them, & 

discover the invisible that 
resides behind the visible.

#521 La Bonne Aventure

 
The clichés, which should
have been here in numbers, 
are nowhere to be seen. Have
fled, some further down the
seaside cliffs, some gone on
board that passenger liner
which is now full steam a-
head for the open sea, all
struck dumb by a sensory
perception of the androgy-
nous eroticism inherent in 
this oversized nose, at once
both phallic & feminine. Only
that synecdoche sycamore re-
mains, certain that, at some 
time soon, the equivalent of a
fig leaf might just be needed.