The necessity of structure within art, comes with the many details one can pour within the piece, and still keep it standing. Without structure, what one has to worth with, becomes minimalist and small. It is like a building. Without much structure, what will be worked with, will eventually fall apart. Post-Modernism does not work […]Read More
In all my imagining,While haunting memory is the musicTo my mind in its longing,I find myself to view a paintingThat shows the curves of a naked woman,While her lips are reddenedBy the blood offered in my hands.Would I reach to kiss? I desire the wine, next,For a mask is only a shapeTo what has gaped […]Read More
I cripple myself,In horrid wings formed of bleak feathers,And I have pleasured myself in sadness,For it was a bottle I drunk from,That had your bitter tears. I found love awaiting me,And drew joy close to me.Love was stilled, as a heart, buried in dust,A milk-white breast glided past a heart,The Devil in me had awoken. […]Read More
With desire, feed me wine,Among pain, make yourself as mineBeneath sheets that fade away thy purest form,As all angels weep above in their enclosure. For I have destined myself,To wed myself,With yourself, a queen of a night,A desire and a might. You have felt the sin,To which we ran the watersOver our palms,And over the […]Read More
Her face, encased in ice,
Winter has made a fine print,
Love has been replaced,
With a tear.
Beauty has been replaced,
With a sculpture of ice,
And I still draw it close for a kiss.