Anthony Clare in the Chair

So what do you see is the major cause of your problems?
Your unusual appearance? The time you spent in a maze?
Or is the massive Coleridge quanties of opium
creating surreal dreams? I'll paraphrase:
Mothers who sleep with bulls provide the fulcrum
that pushes children's minds into a blaze
of fright'ning fears of not being real at all:
to think, in fact, that they've become a Minotaur.

So how did you feel when Theseus beat you to death?
Inept as man or bull? ... Yes, you're a freak,
but look at the problems daggers caused Macbeth,
and he doesn't come here whinging every week.
Balance your labyrinth-life with that of your breech,
otherwise - I have to say - the outlook's bleak.
You have to look behind mythology.
Reality could really be your key.

Adriane was divine? A genuine myth.
But being in love with a sister who doesn't exist
and eating a virgin a day, casts a megalith
of doubt on the state of your mind. An existentialist?
Maybe living in a mythological labyrinth
can produce a new post-modernist.
But let's be honest. A Minotaur who's a legend
would question my validity in a second.

© 1996

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