Eye, Louise Bourgeois

Eye, Louise Bourgeois

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Jean Dupas (French, 1882-1964), Les tireurs d’arc [The bowmen], 15 May 1918. Gouache, watercolour and ink on paper, 25.5 x 21 cm.

Jean Dupas (French, 1882-1964), Les tireurs d’arc [The bowmen], 15 May 1918. Gouache, watercolour and ink on paper, 25.5 x 21 cm.

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Dina Gadia 

Dina Gadia 

(Source: medverf)

LEFT SIDE LIBERATION FROM E - alice notley

in the left where I was abandoned,

ritually, in a forest, the left side of my

self was pulled further 
into an inky thicket, I stood in
Your flaw.
_________________________
In the flaw you have defined
as power and force, instead of as love;
gravity, electricity, charm.
Fain…
but not brilliant.

                           In the flaw if I
make my other hand work,
the love between
the two hands will be balanced.

I don’t.  You won’t let me

The powerful right hand dreams (it’s dreaming 
this poem.)
__________________________

These dreams are more powerful than bombs
because they don’t have to move to affect me—-

You, you asked for a bomb-maker
a righthand kind of scientist, or a 
geneticist to make us … not ambidextrous but
square      enough      to be understood    by you.
___________________________

I stand in your flaw and choose
I’ve made my left hand weak
it isn’t love’s hand at all
it’s the hand of … unknow it

                             (written with
left hand)

            that’s death but if you
unknow now
                  left hand:) in your fate
you can … not “balance”
but be equal to
                   (left hand:) the life
_____________________________

there’s a wind through my sweater
not saying;
it’s even left of the famous heart

I have to        love your flaw
but, to the left, is so awesome
and you won’t even go with me

(left hand:) beyond love
______________________________

That’s the way it is.
______________________________

I’m writing near rational
soberest Mitch-ham now.

You have no respect for anyone else
while you’re writing, he says to me.

No I don’t.  And that’s correct, the correct way to be.
______________________________

E

others in the caves a strange
entity there a wide sentient
absence     E for that entity.

E has arms, gesticulates apparently speaking
no one can hear him.  It’s not that he’s mute
it’s that he’s … epi … epi … 
epidural     but not epiphanic.
Language uninhabited,
just a quick
fix. a surface.  reject him.
______________________________

Outside the door of this cave red vibrates
a dream is trying to enter
it’s forming in the peripheral shadows a 
world I’ll have always been in
for its brief duration.
_______________________________

I dream I dance with someone to the gooey sounds
of John Lennon’s “Imagine.”

________________________________
Goo comes from everywhere
in and out of ass

binding blindness Dream us
till we die

button suit

button suit

josh blackwell

josh blackwell

round quilt

round quilt

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blastedheath:

John Elwyn (British, 1916-1997), The Topiarist, Oil on board, 50 x 65 cm. 

blastedheath:

John Elwyn (British, 1916-1997), The Topiarist, Oil on board, 50 x 65 cm.