Wednesday 30 September 2020

KUSAMA YAYOI: POP GOES THE DISEASE by Cynthia Gralla

Is it possible to thrive while sick? To live large not in spite of one’s illness but because of it? Japanese artist Kusama Yayoi voluntarily...
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Naomi Huan

your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said

Michael Gould

my father used to tell me // of how Monk had once created / the most beautiful two seconds of music // my father had ever heard, by accident

Amy Gerstler

the widower chugs Elijah’s wine / no sense letting it go to waste / it tastes like dirt from the cellar floor / like tree bark like the inside / of a woman’s mouth / Elijah lived a mysterious life / raised the dead / brought fire from the sky / foretold people’s fates / was taken up in a whirlwind / and reached the quiet stars

Amy Gerstler

I pet baby mammoth’s roasted / hide, unfold hairy ear-flap still / stuck to skull and whisper into it. / Later, take chips of burnt sticks, / spit, plus mammoth fat, mix / in cup of hand and use paste / make to sketch young mammoth / on shadow wall. /

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