I did spend a bit of time on my intermittent Internet search for displays of the work of Peter Milton, and was rewarded with my first ever online view of his print called Victoria's Children, a copy of which is for sale here, along with several other of his strange and fascinating pieces. I've never seen a full-sized version of it, or any of Milton's works, and I'd dearly love to, but it's unlikely I'll get to any place where they are on display anytime soon. I'd buy one online, but the prices have gone quite beyond what I could afford. For the time being, at least, I'll have to content myself with these digital images.
Sunday Verse
HOW TO CHANGE
by Pierre Reverdy
Let somebody tell the story
Let somebody say what happened to him
Let nobody else talk anymore
He laughs
The street is black
Night comes softly
And the spirit abandons itself
To other movements
At the bottom kneeling on a heap of stones
With hands bound
All those who forgive
The tortured heart
They are all still back there
Starry-eyed
All the names confused
The laughs stifled
The numbers lost
At last the brutal wind scatters them all
And he goes alone into echoless shadow
He has seen heaven wall earth water
History remorse
It's all forgotten
It's not the same at all anymore
At the corner when he turns around