Picasso’s baby: a tyrannosaur roars

"Pilgrims of summer
the swift is our guide"

A poet speaks.

Convoluted lyrics emblazoned with imagery and strange references delight and irritate people in equal measure.
To many he's a fraud, nothing more than someone who liked sounds. Often-ridiculed and regarded as slight, the words are dismissed. Just another Tolkien pretender.
To others, it's a source of constant pleasure, challenging but rewarding. Every return to a lyric offers a new idea or possibility.

"the bull of gold that's old
beyond the songs of man
keeps watch upon the fates
when they mis-weave your strand"

That's awesome.

This is 1968-1969, when the albums Prophets & Unicorn were made. There is total command of the word. Sometimes they do appear as 'word-paintings' - Scenescof Dynasty being a prime example.

There are as many references to contemporary life, however, as there appear to be to mythology and, perhaps, that's where the misunderstandings occur. There is a keen eye for observation and the environment. You just have to pause to look.

This is someone who would wander around art galleries studying Picasso & Magritte and then commit his reactions to poetry.