Lead me on, lead me on. Whither we tread, little we know, lest that which gathers in the bowels of Balso’s steed be shown. And we wouldnt want that, would we?

At second glance, perusing the annals of humour through the ages, I detect the strong thread of lower bodily strata. 4 fluids of the body, blood, phlegm, choler, and black bile – meandering, senseless through our vessel, undermining any sense of longevity or constitutional upright attitude. Pompeii’s toilette grafifiti, Rabelais’ bunghole, it’s much ado about Nothing, you say, but Nothing was so much in it’s day.

O’ my hinny, my nag, o’ beast of burden, yea milch cow, little lambkin mine. The little endearment bestowed upon the great horse. the great hollow horse, the great hollow horse who follows me back to the city wall, the city wall, waiting to enter.

by C. Moreno

The Horse and the Hand, by C. Moreno


2 thoughts on “

  1. Hm, this is the 3rd time trying to comment. !

    Hey Celeste, I ‘ve been reading your blog and absolutely love these amazing illustrations accompany your poems, prose poems and plays. what a strong idea to complement them like that. Your writing is so good and the illustration style instantly recognizable, Please put together a book and see what Eric Knopfler thinks!

  2. oh and a suggestion on this one, fwiw, my eye instantly goes to the one face in the picture, which is not only a little small but also “destructed” with white sgading? id make thhe face slightly bigger and have its featured untarnished by the aging trick!

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