Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Depression By Printmaking


it breaks walls by format or tapestry by observation. the spigot drips the fridge burps its mind visits. by ghosts by screams by acidic taste. or a magazine or a movie those people a person angelizes. such luminosity as watching pensively while a woman speaks darkness its kiss its tragedy its irregular triumph. the brushwork those diamonds this blue fever—to analyze as heard or to strategize as diseased while one looks at you differently: those ailments such deflection while I held visions on pedestals. by needs or pictures to ask for a masterpiece those wonderful miracles as if so worthy to possess an hourglass. such a motif such wrangling wilderness those damn mistakes. a father to himself a son stranded while most minds are too normal—despite, identifying nuances or pathologies the basic receptivity is the median. by gravel or dirt or mental sky-sediments; by envy or dread or fret or majesty or sadness or regret or mountain—just say you love us!     into raw packages or unfitting denims while depression begs for clearance. the restroom is black the feelings are black the future is muddy sickness: the damn elixir the pregnant death those printmaking lies; as digital humans with digital responses or taken like keys or strings or drums. the talkative mirror, the wailing makeup, or the intellectual airline.                        

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