Ian Duhig

Who I am’s child’s play, a cry in a kindergarten; though I pun on Latin, my Yorkshire kin’s laik, a whole lexical rainbow unweaving in no code, no Mason’s Mahabone nor Horseman’s Word — but I’m caltrops at night to the bare feet of adults inspiring their language to such colors as I am, Kulla, Mondrian plastic pixelating Mies blocks; the Ephesian Artemis in each cubist bust; the Song of Amergin by a Turing machine: name me or you’ll be thicker than any brick.

He lives in Leeds, completely out of the literary world. — John Freeman Thrillers like The Da Vinci Code are one of the key indicators of 
contemporary ideological shifts. — Slavoj Žižek For what might break a writer’s block that grips my pen as if King Arthur’s sword, I quest through bookshops of My Lady Charity in Urbs Leodiensis Mystica, completely outside Freeman’s (as most) worlds, where locals speak blank verse (says Harrison); Back-to-Front Inside-Out Upside-Down Leeds, according to the Nuttgens book I bagged along with authors promising keys to open secrets of iambic pentameter, how it’s a ball and chain, a waltz — but best, in Žižek’s wind sock for the New World Order, Gnostic code imprinted by five feet that lead us to a Grail Brown liquefies as Shakespeare melts to decasyllabics like congealed saint’s blood in a Naples shrine. Brown quotes from Philip’s Gospel where it suits to build on Rosslyn Chapel’s premises vast hypophetic labyrinths in the air yet blind to masons’ mysteries below, who carved among the seven virtues greed with charity being made a deadly sin    ... The world was made in error, Philip wrote — Savonarola, in The Rule of Four (another blockbuster from Oxfam’s shelves) is made to quote “the Gospel of Paul” — does error here disguise some secret truth? What if  Paul’s Gospel were real, a Gnostic text thrown on the Bonfire of the Vanities so seen there by our zealot’s burning eyes, its road map to the true Grail turning to ash? My back-to-back looks on a blind man’s road to Wilfred’s city, where he came from Rome to blitz our monks for “Simon Magus” tonsures after that Gnostic heresiarch a dog denounces in St. Peter’s Acts, while Peter raised smoked tuna from the dead, explained his crucifixion upside down, then how God’s Kingdom might be found on Earth: make right your left, back forwards, low your high...