by Neil Finn of the Finn Brothers

the firelight plays on me

the choir

ignites behind me

the rising voice of discontent

all the guardian angels

you can bang the drum

look what we've become

i hope there might be one of us

who calls the tune

last day of june

the so called third dimension

hardly deserves a mention

the first and second stages

have been confused for ages

knowledge has been lost

how much does it cost

i hope there might be one of us

who calls the tune

last of june

who breaks the news

last day of june

the city draws its breath in

i can almost hear it thinking

there are people within my walls

see their wild disorder

driving their machines

swarming like a million bees

i hope there might be one of us

who calls the tune

last day of june

who speaks the truth

last day of june

who breaks the news

last day of june

Dapple

The Oneiroscopist, Edith Rimmington

The Fool, Pierre Jacquot

Morning

June Light, Richard Wilbur

Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window. You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.

Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin's fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.

And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.

“Early one June morning in 1872 I murdered my father -

an act which made a deep impression on me at the time”

Ambrose Bierce

Think out of the box....

by Wallace Stevens

And for what, except for you, do I feel love?
Do I press the extremest book of the wisest man
Close to me, hidden in me day and night?
In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,
Equal in living changingness to the light
In which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,
For a moment in the central of our being,
The vivid transparence that you bring is peace.