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Directed by Jean Cocteau
A Polish Christmas poem. From The Green Monk.
In Madrid there is a street called the street of lamps. It is called the street of lamps because they sell many lamps. It is also a street with cold floor cafe with sawdust and old medieval style damp alleyways with flowerpots on the balconies. I sat there, in the cafe, after wandering the street of lamps and wrote the above. It is part of my new book of prose poems and flash fictions entitled The Green Monk.
One of my favs. Spectacular surrealist.
“Hello hello.. this is your cave man speaking . . a whole stream of bathing beauties in their sleds” Hear more of the “The Automatic Crystal” by the fabulous Aime Cesaire (trans. Mary Ann Caws)