A free verse poem written by Lee Sonogan
Noise does not disturb me, as I think that it gives a quaint atmosphere to a picture that fully matches my vision of nature and the wild species I like to photograph. – Laurent Baheux
At the moment off-centre,
This droll goes beyond my head,
Supermen vs bizarro,
Off the beaten track.
Erratic enough where freaky does not cut it,
Is this your pinnacle?
I see what I see,
We might differ upon rococo.
Simple ornamentals are not what they used to be,
Non-functional garnish is skin-deep,
How audacious venturesome festooned,
Normal becomes laughable.
Mystifying each setting very low,
All come to a level spaced-out,
Those who madcap a rolling oddball,
Reading silence or just noise of retrograde.
Bored witless testimony,
Queer someone’s lame pitch,
A rum blossom on their nose,
Seldom seen unwonted.
I used to be called a post-modern clown. But now, post-modernism is a quaint notion, too. – Bill Irwin