The painting on the far right, part of a group show at Kingston, Ontario's
Springer Gallery, is based on a central image in the long poem "Pyramid,"
which also exists as a spoken word recording. The section of the poem upon
which this painting is based is quoted below. [The painting on the left is by
Bob's friend Cheryl Pelow. The centre painting is by another Kingston artist.]
Pyramid (excerpt)
by
Bob MacKenzie
War and revolution now are rampant life styles:
See, the desolation and ruins for miles and miles -
Misty miles of smoke, what better battle grounds, eh?
Out there somewhere grows a tree that few men seek now.
In the minds of men a lily grows, a red gash
Haling all to sinister thought like a dread lash,
Each to think a thought that each knows not how to say.
Who is friend each cries yet each will find no answer;
Black clouds grow where grew the tree; man's born to battle
Birdwing gone and blue too; who can name this dancer,
Only he can tell in truth the dancing's ending.
Dance on how long dance on, each display your mettle,
Somewhere still in wind the tree is bending.
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