Flat, pale, (powder blue), Willy's pastorale..
a serial of calm apartments on the water
these sintesi, loose flags of wire and bleached linen..
we are the Futurists.. pastel's
washing on le petit êtat & the radio station,
over the windscreen's flash of Willy's shifting class -
'I'm describing the peasant culture which is
fundamentally my own, Mr Williams,
taking shape as I remember it,
a line, straightforward as that, like piano music
recognisable in its simplest outlines'
the post-colonials thinking 'pink, bare
Roseneath, darling, white houses,
ramparts to the sea'