Sunday 23 September 2012

My self - portraits


Me, In the John Lennon's pub, England. 2012.



Photo taken a few years ago, In Gerogia.
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Dark Poet (Antonin Artaud)

Antonin Artaud


  

                             Dark Poet 


Dark Poet, a maid's breast
Haunts you,
Embittered poet, life seethes
And life burns,
And the sky reabsorbs itself in rain,
Your pen scratches at the heart of life.

Forest, forest, alive with your eyes,
On multiple pinions;
With storm-bound hair,
The poets mount horses, dogs.

Eyes fume, tongues stir,
The heavens surge into our senses
Like blue mother's milk; 

Women, harsh vinegar hearts,
I hang suspended from your mouths.  
Napoleon 
Antonin Artaud, 1927


Saturday 22 September 2012

T. S Eliot

  

The Wasteland - Joy Division
The Burial of the Dead
by T. S. Eliot 

Gods

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