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From a poet named Harold Norse: a few lines out of a longer poem:

The Photograph.

"...Herein the fantoccini stare, the waxen childlooks out forever
at the man who looks back
knowing he never will outlast the child..." and

"This little square of time, this rectanglewhose right angles measure not space but time..."

and here is part of another, very appropriate today considering our governors gone wild:

"Let the dogs hump in the streets
I'd do the same if they'd let me
those guardians of public morals
who fear the horrors of pleasure
more than the horrors of war."

He wrote that in 1971.

Oh, yes, "Fantoccini" , mechanically worked puppets, a marionette show. (Oxford Shorter)

BusterStronghart@Gmail.com


From a poet named Harold Norse: a few lines out of a longer poem:

The Photograph.

"...Herein the fantoccini stare, the waxen childlooks out forever at the man who looks backknowing he never will outlast the child..." and

"This little square of time, this rectanglewhose right angles measure not space but time..."

and here is part of another, very appropriate today considering our governors gone wild:

"Let the dogs hump in the streets
I'd do the same if they'd let me
those guardians of public morals
who fear the horrors of pleasure
more than the horrors of war."

He wrote that in 1971.

Oh, yes, "Fantoccini" let's look it up: mechanically worked puppets, a marionette show. (Oxford Shorter)