Roy Joseph Cotton – September 11, '53 – March 10, '85

Roy commenced writing poetry during his latter school years. He read prolifically and was passionate about music and was a devote to Bob Dylan. He wrote many plays or "Musical Paintings" as he called them, and was also busy with two works "Multimythicum" and "Girlpools, Whirpools, and other gusts of Twirling Hair". He wrote from the security of a warm, close family in a comfortable Cape Town (South Africa) suburb. Yet most of his huge output of poems reflect a consuming angst. It was an angst which drove him to search for peace throughout books, music, writing, and religion, and it led to ultimate despair. His highly idiosyncratic way with language and the intense pressure of his emotional and spiritual concerns make his poetry compelling and disturbing reading. His untimely death at age of 31 cut short his promising career as a poet.

Eerie eerie

EERIE EERIE

Eerie eerie
is the silent stamp
of night
Witches waddle
like turkeys
through graves of light
carrying with them
a concoction
of lizards and leaves
preparing to assault
the hours
that are as merry as a knife
Eerie eerie
witches waddle
with their magic
wishing to upset
the bland monotony
of kilo packs of jelly
as well as the panther
snowing
in the prime minister’s night

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