After much consideration,
I have come to the conclusion,
That you are not
Who you say you are.
You have always been here,
Not a visitor seeking shelter
From the winter’s storm,
This is your residence
Right here, with Hell
Just around the bend
In the depth-less sunless valley,
With Heaven just a vague rumour,
A distant, insincere promise:
This gimcrack structure,
Aging and weathered
In urgent need of repair
With its endless corridors
And cracked silvered mirrors
A dull pastiche of infinity,
Home to dismal phantoms,
Downwardly mobile angels,
Degraded coarse Demiurges,
Is your eternal abode
Where you wearily survey
With a monstrous apathy,
The chaos of creation,
The loop da loops of time,
This maze of memories.
You whimsically captured the eternal breath.
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Thank you…I do try to convey big concepts, eternity, time, memory.
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An in breath, an out breath, a coil, a spiral, a parody of fallen angels? Wonderful photography by Woodman. I found more beautifully surreal photography at Curiator: Duane Michals , Enjoyed this beautiful mind bending read Mr. Cake.
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Thank you….I am obsessed by eternal Recurrence and the whole mythology of Intelligences…mind bending is what I am to do. I will check out your pick. I have written about Francesca Woodman before… I will send you the link
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https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/angel/amp/
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Thank you for the link , I agree regarding Francesca’s precociousness and Rimbaud artistic journey and his Mother issues.
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My pleasure…rare and exception talent by both of them.
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Indeed! So very gifted.
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I can only wonder at such talent, the beauty and the burden of it.
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It is stunning, how must one feel to be so creative, so obsessed with it, I do wonder if there was an envious relationship between Francesca and her and Mother.
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I am not sure if the link that Copper Cranes left up is still there in the comments. It is worth a watch, and the answer is, oh boy was there ever. Mother is not very happy that she is mainly known of being the mother of Francesca and not for her own work.
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I sensed her resentment while watching her in the documentary. My feeling is that she is a narcissist, speculation is such fun. My heart goes out to Francesca, she obviously needed to escape what seemed passive aggression, but who knows perhaps it was acted on in a more obvious manner.
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How hard must it be though if you are talented but your child is Sui generis? She certainly doesn’t seem the kind of mother to sit back and revel in her daughters greatness, it must have burnt like ice.
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that’s foreign to me, I can only imagine being very proud of my child’s accomplishments.
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I completely agree. I was positing a theory of the possible family dynamics which in which Freud would have a field day.
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Feel like you’re staring into the vast abyss. Or running through a labyrinth. You do have such a way with words. Another excellent write
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Abysses and labyrinths are favourite themes, as you know. Thank you, I am on a bit of a roll.
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I see that. I had an interesting experience with mirrors this past week. I’m going to try and formulate a poem to explain it.
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Oh I forgot mirrors there, but that is obvious. I look forward to reading it!
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Hopefully it will come to fruition!
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I am sure it will.
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