A Scottish poet (apparently not, however, a Dutch one!) had to be rescued by the renowned Edinburgh Fire Brigade after nailing his own ear to a tree. Stan ‘the word’ Smith 36, revealed the source of inspiration that had prompted him to do it.
The eccentric wordsmith said –
“I was ambling freely through a forest one evening when I heard the sound
of wolves howling from a carcass of eagle claws that spiked coyote prowl in
swooning pause, like an ice wind whistling plummet of fleeing deer, streaking
across the strewn summit and the jagged frontier – night owls in starved repertoire
without an instrument to strum, for a sincere symphony to sooth the lonely scars
on the hearts of their beating drum. I gazed up at the night sky, picked a star and
wondered what it meant. And then as if to tell me it flickered like a signal – like a
message sent. A star so silent, so lonely lit, and I could never touch it. But it touched
me with an epiphany. I thought to myself ‘I think I’ll go to Fat Mavis’s hardware store,
buy a hammer and some nails and nail my ear to that tree.’