The scientist John Lilly said that The Library of Congress contains writings by Sigmund Freud on Cocaine that will never see the light of day.
Euclid wrote that parallel lines meet at infinity.
Acute pleasure converges
At that vanishing point
For idle youth
Who chug beer, drop pills, smoke a joint.
They are dumb to make hypotyposes
Of scintillas of Peru that fly up their noses.
Campesinos pluck the leaves
With the infinitesimal care of ants.
Pistoleros in the barrios snort and shoot
While The Policia shit their pants –
Because the powder is adored by US Conk-quistadors
Our First World yobs never notice or know
The microscopic piezo-luminescent glow
From chopping the blow.
Little-by-little the storm that strikes the heart grows –
It is for them the lightning tolls.
Still, the habit in Belfast grows
Like a DeLorean
Doing the white lines in the road.
~ Eamonn Stewart
Eamonn Stewart was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland in 1964. He trained as an advertising photographer and motion-picture camera operator, and studied Film History at The University of East London. He is presently working pro bono as DOP on student/indie films.
