with text from D. H. Lawrence’s novella of the same name If there are destinies of splendour after all our doom of littleness and meanness and pain,I can’t see them.I have to guess that the man who wrote those wordshad no more of heaven in him than you,save that he was a mysticand gave himself …
based on an Edo-period Japanese tale This flesh born of fruitthis fruit born of soil & rain & nitrogenThe old man ate nothing but peachesto sweeten his seed lay down in the rushesfor the old woman to pluck!Momotarō, the peach boy sprung full-toothedfrom the cloven flesh, fuzz on his lipall his life never beardedplunged his …