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Friday, 6 November 2020

Faces in Cold by Clive Faust

Whatever happens
just happens —notion
as real as the real, as the
‘illusory’. We

would hardly want it otherwise. Slow speech,
little understood, of a woman in labour,
tired of it all except …
it all. Where

there is birth, death, there is something —
whatever is to be confronted with, in death.
Clean words,

for and against each other —to be used
sparingly. Burning off, night’s
cold. Bonfire:
white hair, faces on dark
overcoats —memory
as a keepsake in cold. Put

the dried branches on it, it
could do with some more.


Date: 1986

By: Clive Faust (1932- )