“work is the memory of survival
now remember to remember”
i’m gone now.
gone till i caint
go no mo
but where am
i now?
where can
i be?
among shadows
cast coldly
left in the corner
like web
chum
gummed.
indistinct
smudged
obfuscated irony.
plain truth
‘ hindsight’
(voiceover)
..is art gonna
save me
the act so far
beyond all forms,
all voices,
chanting
for safety.
my own deep quiet..
my visions are heavy
with it,
deep with it
sensitive to the heavy burden
of going up that hill
again..
towards
golgotha
the cross burning our privates..
revealing again
lynch stories.
May 13th, 2008 at 9:30 am
“Is art gonna save me?”
Who knows in your case it might
In my case it abandons
It leaves me
alone with my demons
it creates then runs
for safety in it’s muses lingerie
whilst i stare at the portals i create
and say: “portal portal on the wall, who’s the most psycho of them all?”
remember to forget
that might just save the likes of me
May 13th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
“sensitive to the heavy burden
of going up that hill
again..
towards
golgotha
the cross burning our privates..
revealing again
lynch stories.”
i like it a lot.
thank you.
and i like this, too -
“work is the memory of survival
now remember to remember”