Blue is the lovingest lie 🩵
Bronze muscle
too supple
cannot hustle
too sentimental
to strike out
on its own.
Pulls back
and cracks
the patriarchs back.
Splits town
to happily
ever
or at least
after a
nap
which hides
the supple
from the hard.
Blue is the lovingest lie 🩵
Bronze muscle
too supple
cannot hustle
too sentimental
to strike out
on its own.
Pulls back
and cracks
the patriarchs back.
Splits town
to happily
ever
or at least
after a
nap
which hides
the supple
from the hard.
A new narcissus , glancing so far in as to come back out. The reflection as newbirth: shinier, more polished, and even thinner and more successful. A loop that can only wind more tightly in on itself , multiplying and multiplying until the myth is predictably fulfilled .
Only a strange twist, where the joke is /also/ on the gods, who themselves end up splattered by the narcissus-juice that their own context enabled.
Narcissus and the gods both…
Seen alongside his first film, with which it seemed to be consciously engaged.
What happens when you keep shaving and sanding away at a process that has been with you a lifetime. A small, refined bead, struck by light , presents itself . 🔄