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