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Mr. Robert Feather, from Wye, Kent, United Kingdom has been inspired by Gil's paintings and has been

writing a large number of poems over the last five years and is in the process of publishing these in a book.  

 

From Robert Feather's Frailejones Leaves poetry collection, here are four illustrations, presented with Mr. Feather's explicit permission.

Splendor, 1975

acrylic/tempora on canvas 

72" x 90"

Osiris, 1974

acrylic/tempora on canvas 

73" x 89"

Splendor   by Mr. Robert Feather

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sunlight floods the room with a mountain

a mild mountain made of mauve 

and a cobalt feeling over other posters 

of things as they were or imagined to be

the world is flat everything is present 

this ample territory this abundant land lives large

caught up in replicated endless summer

sunlight cleans the room of all dimensions

the box unfolded no need to worry

it’s so good to believe the splendrous 

quadrature constantly growing

sunlight forgets the underlying for you

the darkness has ended the good times pour in

it’s a summer’s day in the high sierras

Osiris   by Mr. Robert Feather

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modern leaves falling 

take the yellow with them

there’ll be a return soon

sadness this time of year 

story of the impossible

humans want to be trees

another start to life

what have we got to do with gods

this talent for abstraction a curse

what is out of sight behind

sky blue and multiplying

only a maple leaf keep it

fragments in truth

the scent of leaf mould 

on the open field

Cathedral Skylight   by Mr. Robert Feather

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that you want to stand in front of this 

and account for this you are not baffled

by a bituminous clot eluding colour

an instinct in you makes you believe in 

surely there being something that such dark equipment 

being sold the version that rules you and withholds 

even brown I make a pleasure between

black obliteration and red more easily

to grow despite the grille 

what colour there is your eyes beg for

Cathedral Window, 1976

acrylic/tempora on canvas 

98" x 100"

Multiplex, 1975

acrylic/tempora on canvas 

78" x  90"

Multiplex   by Mr. Robert Feather

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the wallpaper has been stripped in all four rooms

mauve pinnacles gathering behind mist

a glorious day in the mountains spoilt 

but all these versions stories gush out

 

opinions - it’s catching them

regrets produced by many more screens

there’s no way to avoid comparisons 

the past sinks away then surfaces more painfully

 

a crag howling in the wind the stench of bloody meat 

tell yourself what you see and you will see it

i can’t make out much through the windows of this bus

it was like this it wasn’t like that

 

someone slinging golden mud someone dying

the origin is not one trembling feeling

ancient history being erased a white-out more or less

i’m in the same stuff as you wondering

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