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<\/p>\nBy Paul Holman.<\/p>\n
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PART I <\/strong><\/p>\n 1 PART II <\/strong><\/p>\n 1 PART III <\/strong><\/p>\n 1 PART IV <\/strong><\/p>\n 1 PART V<\/strong><\/p>\n 1 [Author photo by Paul Lambert<\/strong>] <\/p>\n ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><\/p>\n Paul Holman<\/a> has been engaged for some twenty years upon The Memory of the Drift<\/a><\/em>, a shifting but ultimately circular work which is both a record of operations and a process in itself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 1 A new poem from Paul Holman.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":85320,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-85303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=85303"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":85323,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85303\/revisions\/85323"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/85320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=85303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=85303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=85303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIn their masks and disguises, the idle companions of his table represent him as conversing with serpents.
\n2
\nSome imitated lovers: they even created a magical group, seldom laughing.
\n3
\nThe rest dispense with stories of my beloved: in meditation they gather proverbs from nature.
\n4
\nThis static lady is the onlooker’s ambivalence materialised: a projection of the temple, no grail.
\n5
\nBeing dishonest to his own nature, he created a blazing spiritual form for himself: he values angelic knowledge, but it misleads him.
\n6
\nThe lady must realise his identification with pain, in a dream state, in the rose garden.
\n7
\nReligious, she transmuted sorrow into magnificent possessions, not the charity of a wandering fool.<\/p>\n
\nA pure man studies mystery novels: his associates lack that degree of concentration – even a corpse may be subject to their furious research.
\n2
\nEach character learned of friends murdered, brothers transformed as in folk tales: so the wolf speaks.
\n3
\nThe heads of the city take a critical view of esoteric societies: a boy directed the stumbling bearer of a so-called grail.
\n4
\nStill worldly, the people carry a bottle elevated, blessing the broken colonial cross.
\n5
\nIn such moods they submit to accident, often wandering in miserable areas, only to find themselves disintegrating in play.<\/p>\n
\nIn meditation, these philosophers welcome the humble dead, who tend fires of goods and money, unseen.
\n2
\nArtists seldom neglect to work upon the sanctuary of the boss.
\n3
\nThe famous adventurers make statements on a poster: insolent and drunk, they cannot lead a revolution.
\n4
\nNo mimics, all such showmen own animals, imitating the brave and the startled in their inept way.
\n5
\nThe mistrustful dogs are dragged snarling to the marketplace.
\n6
\nThe collective speaks of the diminishing style of the arts boss: from radiant being to burning animal.
\n7
\nThe philosophers lack eyes: now the fields are freed of spectacular veiling for them, mastered by idealistic youth.
\n8
\nA lazy character, squatting in dignified indifference, may raise such armoured, slow walking revolutionaries.<\/p>\n
\nEven the crystal may show no image to disturb the ministry of this immobile solitary being with doubt.
\n2
\nIn darkness, a victim speaks of the complex ruin of an iron castle, rising from the underworld: its bearers are monstrous – initiates who suffer binding in their rebirth, cut and pierced with nails.
\n3
\nEven the angel will fault these transmitters of the words of Elohim: a hierarchy consuming mankind in order to become immortal.
\n4
\nThe ill ones foresee little comfort in untimely secrets, so they shut up.<\/p>\n
\nSome inflexible foresight guided the artisans of a sterile planet.
\n2
\nBeset with vexations, they cherish the order apparent in pyramid, spiral and cone.
\n3
\nOthers acquired glamour in the underworld: their friendship is often ravenous.
\n4
\nThe young girls in their wrappings of darkness are excluded from the melancholy dwelling of Saturn.
\n5
\nWould-be clandestine, their fascination with blindfold and negative identity is represented as spiritual terrorism.
\n6
\nIn the countryside, birds may be seen feeding on the dreamers.<\/p>\n![\"author\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/author.jpeg\")
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\nIn their masks and disguises, the idle companions of his table represent him as conversing with serpents.
\n2
\nSome imitated lovers: they even created a magical group, seldom laughing.
\n3
\nThe rest dispense with stories of my beloved: in meditation they gather proverbs from nature.<\/p>\n