Fresh Paint / Péint Úr (from The Last Sasquatch)

by Gabriel Rosenstock


Original Language Irish & English

the sasquatch lies on his back
allowing the day
to paint his mind

no day is ever like another


ΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚ
luíonn an sasquatch ar a dhroim
is ligeann don lá
a aigne a phéinteáil

ní bhíonn aon dá lá mar a chéile


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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

We all have our sasquatch days -- solitary, even lonely, but somehow whole, happy to be unseen by the rushing world.

Do you feel that hairy coat growing and hear the whispered call of the tall trees? Lie back. Look up.

no day is ever like another



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Fresh Paint / PŽint