2 LCD screens, blue pallet
calabash, jerrycan
tin lunch box, 3 glass plates
mini surveillance helicopter
31 May 2012
La Laitue Nue
2 LCD screens, blue pallet
calabash, jerrycan
tin lunch box, 3 glass plates
mini surveillance helicopter
26 May 2012
25 May 2012
21 May 2012
16 May 2012
No One Understands The Pain
It appears no one understands
It looks like no one cares
For all around me is silent
Like death's foul grip on me
No one bothers to ask
Seems too busy to ask
Yet all around me is silent
And deep within me lies the pain
So intense so excruciating
Overwhelming still not departing
Like a scorpion's fatal sting
Like a snake's deadly venom
O pain, o pain forever to stay?
Let me know if you may
As a wound in my heart
As a knife through my back
No one seems to understand
No one seems to care
I can feel you right inside me
For deep within lies the pain
2011, Evelyn Pindura
It looks like no one cares
For all around me is silent
Like death's foul grip on me
No one bothers to ask
Seems too busy to ask
Yet all around me is silent
And deep within me lies the pain
So intense so excruciating
Overwhelming still not departing
Like a scorpion's fatal sting
Like a snake's deadly venom
O pain, o pain forever to stay?
Let me know if you may
As a wound in my heart
As a knife through my back
No one seems to understand
No one seems to care
I can feel you right inside me
For deep within lies the pain
2011, Evelyn Pindura
On Burroughs' Work
The method must be purest meat
and no symbolic dressing,
actual visions & actual prisons
as seen then and now.
Prisons and visions presented
with rare descriptions
corresponding exactly to those
of Alcatraz and Rose.
A naked lunch is natural to us,
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness.
San Jose, 1954, Allen Ginsberg
and no symbolic dressing,
actual visions & actual prisons
as seen then and now.
Prisons and visions presented
with rare descriptions
corresponding exactly to those
of Alcatraz and Rose.
A naked lunch is natural to us,
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness.
San Jose, 1954, Allen Ginsberg
8 May 2012
6 May 2012
THE DISCIPLE
THE DISCIPLE
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of
sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping
through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it
comfort.
And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet
waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of
their hair and cried to the pool and said, 'We do not wonder that
you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was
he.'
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.
'Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. 'Us
did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your
banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he
would mirror his own beauty.'
And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on
my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw
ever my own beauty mirrored.'
(Oscar Wilde)
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of
sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping
through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it
comfort.
And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet
waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of
their hair and cried to the pool and said, 'We do not wonder that
you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was
he.'
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.
'Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. 'Us
did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your
banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he
would mirror his own beauty.'
And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on
my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw
ever my own beauty mirrored.'
(Oscar Wilde)
2 May 2012
monhamme
Ma petite ame
Elle est jolie
Ma petite ame
Elle a mal ici
T'y mets ton doigt
Pour sentir sa plaie
Il s'ensanglante
Et ca te plait
Elle est jolie
Ma petite ame
Elle a mal ici
T'y mets ton doigt
Pour sentir sa plaie
Il s'ensanglante
Et ca te plait
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