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BYRON HUNT
born: Jan 19 1905  died: June 12 1993
Love is an illusion that makes
Your dreams come true.

Lord Byron Hunt
~ Byron (Alton) Hunt ~ artist, poet, filmmaker, Mail Art enthusiast, mentor, spiritual advisor and benefactor to artists and poets.

from "Poems and Mail Arts from
WILD BIRDS BEATING THEIR WINGS © 1989
Collages and poems by Byron Alton Hunt
Book design by Tony Vaughan
Published by Flying Carpet Books

LADY OF BRIGHT EYES

O Lady of Bright Eyes
El Greco like in sadness
       Your deep browness as a pine
       With dark branches...
Cherryred you dance
Tall in night gladness
       You are mink lovely
       Your teeth like ice
       Melting a flashing smile;
Cherry lovely
Blue night in sadness  

O Lady Of Bright Eyes

( 1953)


BIRD PARKER

Among the living the Bird
Is dead. Wailing sax heart
Singing among the reeds ...
Dark poet climbing the
Morning air ...Humming
Your woodwind song ...
Bird of the heavenly
Sound. Telling your sad
Lyric story of the
Memphis night. Bird
Sing your funky blue song
In your fresh new way
So that even the blackest
Night becomes the day ..

I AM A YOUTH

I am a youth who calls
                            into
The abysmal blackness
                   of the night ...
While myriad starflowers
Dance
Upon the echoes
               of the wind ...
For youth must reach
And dip his fingers
             in the dewy vastness
Of a cloud ....
 And sing
His song of youth
               into the silent night
Aloud ....
( 1953)


BETE NOIR

The black beast of was has come
The blinding fear, the distant drum
Bombs that break the soul apart
And leave despair in every heart.

Nationalism is its decay
In its death agony today

Will not live beyond tomorrow
Be it known in all truth
Be it said without sorrow.

EPIGRAMS

An artist should be sincere
Enough to tell the truth
Even if has to imagine it.

It takes courage to fight for
The ideals that one hast lost.

Truth is the naked body
That beauty clothes.

Composing an epigram
                    is like___
Hiding a snowball
      In the bed of fate.

Any one can be wise
But to be witty
Is to share the laughter

Sophistication
    is a tipping
  of one's hat
                 to death.

Poets are just other
People ...only crazier.

COME AT NIGHT
Come at night my love
When the lonely stars are out
And the anxious moon is waiting

Come, when the night is blue
And the sad People are dreaming
in their beds

Come my dearest
when the blue night
caresses you as a lover

O come to me and I
Will hold your wild heart
Warm and close
In the touch of my hand

Come, my love, when the night
Is innocent and I will hold you
ever so gently
in my dreams.....

Byron Hunt 1959


POEM FOR BYRON HUNT

In the San Francisco daylight
Stood a young man on the street
he was round & smily and wore glasses
This young man had wild eyes
and a room full of color
The real museum of Modern Art
yellow as the sun
red as trees and grass
blue as the sky
fuscia as a ladies behind
orange as the moon
He loves the moon
All in his room at the Goodman Hotel
A True Artist Byron Hunt
Humble man of the people and the street
To know this man is to know heart

Jack Micheline
Sept. 7, 1977 SF

 

 

 

Byron Alton Hunt passed away on June 12, 1993 at the age of 88.

His humor and wisdom touched more than five generations of San Francisco poets and artists.

"AN ARTIST SHOULD BE SINCERE ENOUGH TO TELL THE TRUTH EVEN IF HE HAS TO INVENT IT."
...Byron Hunt

from
OBITUARY FOR BYRON ALTON HUNT
by Tony Vaughan

 

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