Argo Spier spent much of his childhood in the Great Karoo in South Africa and studied under the great poets of Afrikaans poetry, N.P. Van Wyk-Louw, W.E.G. Louw and D. Opperman. Influenced also by Herman Charles Bosman, he has continued that writer's efforts to embed the Afrikaans syntaxis into the English language. Argo Spier has written more than 5000 poems and most of his poetic sequences are inter-linked and functions as one unit. His work is encaeclopedic and kaleidoscopic, showing new perspectives with every reading of it. He maintains The Argonauts' boat which features the work of contemporary poets, including photography such as the work of Ora Odoura. He calls his work Wallpaper Poetry storytelling. And his Webspace is at argo spier where you will find more of his poems. argo spier genre offers you a complete discription of his genré. Re his homepage issues he will afford your personal mail to him at e-mail wilgcoffee.

His work can freely be downloaded for personal otracademic use from his download page.
 

From the collections of ‘heaps of cream’ & ‘blue sweet’




Aegean water washes

In the cupped hands
of the sea a boy is been born.
Olive-green waxed seaweed tangle
around his babyish limbs.
His water mommy caresses his tangerine
fragile body and soft Aegean water
washes washes kisses him
with soft aquamarine tongues.
The precious beauty of this secret moment
s c r e a m s out as the boy
opens his eyes and sees a world coming
into being
just for him.


Thin little knots

Why have
k n i t t e d s e n t e n c e s when boats and the sea
just hang there?
Why have
k n i t t e d s e n t e n c e s when boats
and the sea hang like things on nylon cords?
Why when
the sea is shaped like a bowl?
Why when the boats are toy ships?
Stapled cut-outs on waxed overlaying sheets?
Why when thin little knots for the while tie
semantics and pieces of poems like forget-me-nots?
Like words.


A farmers hog

More and more of the same
Is always nice they say
But I say nay more and more
Of the same is as nice as hay
Any day when you're a farmers
Hog looking for hay in May

May
I say more?

More and more's too much
Of the same
Too much of the more
Too much like drought
Too much like dry earth
Barren devil's right toe's earth

Too much like pumpkins
Too much like willows without tears
Too much like shouts without sound
Too much like verses without my help

Too much like tomatoes
Too much like mealies
And other vegetables

Too much growing … talking
Seedy things like things

More and more and your soul
Will catch fire and the thieves will come
More and more and you will
Have to leave town without an excuse
More and more and you will have to move
For good without being able to explain why


Backward masking messages

The Prince-with-the-Iron-Mask
Fled to Sainte Marguerite
(It was my turn to reciprocate)

'The spirits are crowding
The chapel
Shunning the Watch Tower
On Cape de la Garderoupe

Exvoto Puget Re - AND
de la Garde pour
une Guérison 1956

The people of CAnnes
are all old

And past
And afraid
And morguefied
And they cite backward masking messages

Otto Joseph Matelot
a bord du Lutin a fait partie
de l'éxpèdition de la Chine du
tonkin et de l'Annam 1886'


Random generation

Heartrending emotion. Intangible value. A ship.
In the harbour. A TGV. In the waiting hall.
Twofold serendipity. Faint promise. Synergy.
An aeroplane. Leaving you behind. A sentence.
Random generation. Alphanumeric words. Sprawling complexes.
Enamoured blindness. Rote memorisation. Augmented human capacity./And you're lonely. And you. Don't know which way.
And your words. Are juxtaposed with images. And the river. The Hex River. The mountain. Blue gold.
And the blue. Space. Up the rolling down.
Rolling downs. Rolls down. And you're lonely.
And you don't know. Which way. And your words.
Are juxtaposed with images. Of long Bien Temps. Ago.
And alphanumeric words. Sprawled complexes. Enamoured blindness. /And rote. Memorisation. Augmented human.
Capacity. And you're lonely. And you.
Don't know which. Way. And your words.
Are juxtaposed with images. And you're lonely. And you don't. /Know which. Way. And.
Your words are juxtaposed. With images. And you're lonely.
And you don't. Know which way. And your words.
Are juxtaposed With images. And you're lonely.
And. You don't know. Which way.
And your words are. Juxtaposed. With images.
And you're lonely. And you don't know. Which way.
And your words. Are juxtaposed. With images.
And. You are.




Animosity

Coming up. Straight face. Walk about.
So he said. Simon Albeit said. He said.
She said. Said. What is this talk.
Of animosity? What is this talk. About?
Com-
munication? Cast down. An eye.
Stand still. Simon said. Ned.
My brother.