the wise and the wild ones
understand they are the Lambs of God
as prophesied
they will be revived
with holes in hands and feet and side
all the proof we need
to know that
sunshine exists in some other life,
after all, it is the only thing
I continually recognize.
So if I ask you your name tomorrow,
know it is something common
and not meant to hurt,
I only get where I go to
by floating there somehow,
and you may be where I land today,
tomorrow,
maybe more than once or twice.
This is what I have to call grace
when I am still several steps away from love.
These have always bothered me, in some obvious ways and some not-so-obvious ways. I’ve been reluctant to post them until now. I’m not sure why.
Berlinde de Bruyckere - We are All Flesh (2004-12)
“An unsettling, reconfigured concept of the body, helpless and contorted, takes center stage in Bruyckere’s faceless sculptures. Abject deformation is turned into beauty as if the artist were trying to wrest a shape from abstract form.”
(via known-stranger)
Monday April 1st
Miguel Laino. Fugaz realidad, k-holes and fragmented reality and right back to right now.
(Source: darksilenceinsuburbia, via welldressedfortheapocalypse)
Saturday March 30th
Saturday March 30th
