songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

CRACKED

MATERIALITY IS NOT WHAT IT’S CRACKED UP TO BE

I came upon a city of white ghostly porcelain people

2000strong at the corner of Avenue Rd. & Bloor today

An alchemical in-between a bit like Pompeii  All are frozen

mid-bite  mid-dance  mid-romance   Were they ever more

alive than now?   Were you?   Was I?   The scent of their

regrets hangs above the room   all ethereal  gloom+doom

 

The Artist-Maker (it’s cool to call artists makers now +not

return their calls when they beseech you)  sits at a work table

like a demented Goddess churning out people to fill cities  beaches

+graves    Today back in the real world they discovered a mass grave

in Iraq  with all the men of the village buried in it  (from 12 -56)

 

What of the women +girls?    More wives for the emir  of course

It seems relatively easy these days to build armies of women slaves

We hope against hope there are not copycat splinter groups   While

on boats+planes bound for the West   the radicalized look homeward

with misty eyes  & wolflike grins

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Inspired by:

Twomby

 

 

 

 

 

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