Recently Discovered Poems by Greg Hill

This just in from Bob Newport aka Rev. Hypocrates Magoun:

“For those of you who might have any interest at all into the personality of our PolyFather [Greg Hill], I am transcribing here a few poems that have recently turned up in a friend’s basement. Note: Original spellings by your PolyFather, not the transcriber. Rev. Hypoc.”





TO THE HUMAN RACE

Hurry thru Hell,
      on your false footed steed.
Ashining in brilliant chrome.

Blunder thru flames,
      draw wisdom form naught,
Mark a well lighted path in the void. 

Dance, human, dance.

Gregory H. Hill 
      7-61 N.O.



July 1961 poem by Greg Hill, To The Human Race.





SYNDROME

Oh look into the stars, I say,
    See all things beyond, I say,
        so Grand and ah, so Bright.

Discover all, so that I say,
    See all things profound, I say
        devour Sadful Night.

The light! I scream, do help, I say,
    Things around do play, I say,
        with Me, my god; the Light.

“All will be well, doth let me now,”
    Sayeth old physician,
        ”but bleed you son. 
            All will be well.”

Gregory H. Hill
          3-62



March 1962 poem by Greg Hill, Syndrome.





EGO IPSE SOLUS SUM

I lay my pen to paper,
Driven by a soul incomprehensible,
And thoughts from the depths of a
            mind unknowing.

A self much too tired for its years–
So, so young in years.
Yet lonely and in despair,
Silently groping for a shred of 
            reality other than its own indescribable
            existance.

Confusion reigns in this frustrated mind,
Like an omlette make of oil paints.
My windows are colored–I sense it–
            but I have no others.

Is there a door by which I may leave?
Is there a place to which leaving is desirable?
And, finallly, from whence would I be leaving?
            And why?

Like an omlette of oil paints ever stirring,
Ever swirrling, Ever mixing.
Chaos to shaos, only the variety keeps me going.

Gregory H. Hill
          1-63



January 1963 poem by Greg Hill, Ego Ipse Solus Sum.




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One Response to Recently Discovered Poems by Greg Hill

  1. the first one was like the Zen koan………”Ride your horse on the edge of the sword”…… kinda. I like this stuff. Thanks.

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