A while back I uncovered a great heap of ‘poems’ and notes from the late sixties. I’d stuffed them away and forgotten them.
These are from when I was eighteen/nineteen, grappling with reality, infinity and the world around me. They are full of idealism, naivety and wonder – as well as being completely daft.
All the things I love.
I’m typing them up.
It’s like visiting with my old self.
How to see better.
In the sunlight
I see better without my glasses;
When things are hazy and blurred
They blend together with each other
And the background.
There is no distinct outline,
Everything merges.
Sharpness is an illusion
Caused by our inability to see.
In the daylight
I see better with my eyes shut.
The patterns flow
Across my mind.
The darkness
Is a mass
Of swirling colour.
If I could shut my ears,
Along with all my other senses,
I could live in other worlds
More real
And feel
Different.
Opher – Circa 1969