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Joan of Arc
November Rain, Naoya Hatakeyama
PJ Harvey by Simon Fowler, 1990’s.
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A Poem For Losing One’s Mind
I am not in the mood
Towrite, tospeak, sotospeak
I am not in the mood
Tohang, tokiss, tofly, even todie
I am not in the mood
Because I am lost for words
Wordlost is what I call it
Not speechlessness
Wordlost is a quality of being
I am not in the mood
For being
in time
in space
I am not in the mood
Did I stay, no.
Sitting upon the blood river
I looked at its deep red
Crimson, shit! That’s doublecrimson it is!
Where are the bodies though?
Nowhere. Everywhere.
I simply had no words to describe them.
Those bodies that moved
Beings
in time
in space
Dissappearing in a mass of doublecrimson
A Poem For Losing One’s Mind
It is not a poem, indeed.
Rather a story,
A story you say?
A story but without words?
Lost somewhere
in time
in space
Amazing and yet undecipherable
Indigenous to itself
Is that not what our condition is?
Being lost, out of our mind,
Somewhere
in time
in space
I am not in the mood.
Profanation of the Host, 1929, Salvador Dali
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Yang Chih Huang
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