from Exile’s Re-Initiation
I. Painter, Maker, Musician
No poem is ever completed
No dance knows the perfect
Beat of his heart when the dancer’s feet are toeless and so
defeated
But we go on, we go on and act
We go on and act
Now that the circle is drawn
Now that the circle is drawn
You can see the dim outlines of dawn
You can see the dim outlines of lawns and a dawn
On the horizon of our faces
And each who follows will follow a line and trace
anew a new shape whatever the line he retraces.
Each who follows will follow,
will follow a line and trace anew,
and trace anew a new shape–
whatever the line he retraces:
Mountain, or ocean, or fire, or the sky’s grey arc:
he will wield a palette of possible poems.
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“And each who follows will follow a line and trace
anew a new shape whatever the line he retraces.” Nice.
Dear everybody,
I have been wondering about the whereabouts of the great South African artist and teacher Professor Cosmo Pieterse? Could anyone, please, give me any information about his circumstances?
Thank you.
GN
Hello, I believe that I can tell you where he is located.
Scott