Another Crucifixion 57" x 54" x2" AOC
The Silence of the Lambs
By Thomas Harris
CHAPTER 25
Dr. Lector was at his table, examining his correspondence. Starling found it easier to
approach the cage when he wasn't looking at her.
"Doctor."
He held up a finger for silence. When he had finished reading his letter, he sat musing, the thumb of his six-fingered hand beneath his chin, his index finger beside his nose. "What do you make of this?" he said, putting the document in to the food carrier.
It was a letter from the U.S. Patent Office.
"This is about my crucifixion watch," Dr. Lecter said. "They won't give me a patent, but they advise me to copyright the face.
Look here." He put a drawing the size of a dinner napkin in the carrier and Starling pulled it through. "You may have noticed that in most crucifixions the hands point to, say, a quarter to three, or ten till two at the earliest, while the feet are at six. On this watch face, Jesus is on the cross, as you see there, and the arms revolve to indicate the time, just like the arms on the popular Disney watches. The feet remain at six and at the top a small second hand revolves in the halo. What do you think?"
Another Crucifixion
Poem by Thomas Anderton
soft around the shoulders, hard enough to land, if lucky enough to get that high, so very high. trained like a peacock from above. a certain evolution of his own, a discourse that never ends, as here. if we could but look into the eyes, saved from the horrible strength that lay perched atop the mast. the certain gaze, fixed, that win embrace eternity on it's own terms. time took a bust on this one and fixed up the firmament, held it up, soaked it up. in fact, is.
but, we can not see. the eyes are gone. time has been sucked up on and in the curve. evolution is both in and out, mind, creator, history, figure, picture and time pushed out into the form. here is the form, the practical balance between picture and spirit. from angels dancing on the head of a pin, see it, into purity's embrace. from atop, we are the mind, and lucky enough to be thrown from the eyes of god. my son!