John Howe
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We danced & copulated among the bones. Just like before, when I first came in contact with the original tribe, I felt a revolution in my head. Even more distanced from the ghostly nature of a man who bore down on me for all those years.
With aeons between us, circling the axis to its foundation. Soft but hardened stone, wet but dry kiss. Embraced on all sides with love or violence. Rapturous with brutal dominance … Never hesitates to burn its trials; remaining stoic, godless.
Even the man, who could hear the music from an early age, tried to find some object of his affection to unload his precious questions on … Dull, flat stones that weighed heavy in his pockets. He’d pull them out from time to time, but would quickly put them back again. A lustreless metaphor to describe the man’s life … Hating him more & more as years crawled on, I’ve set out to annihilate that part of me …
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Destroyed are the ramparts of a narrow vision - Slave trembling in its station. Frothing intuition gets loose & takes off for the sky. Another soaring meteor, carrier of chromosomal evidence. Burning as it goes, rending all glories & triumphal conclusions. Leering back at me from the emptiness of its final vision.
Sword point aimed at the center of my head. Eye of Gibil. Draining seas to make his bed. Architect of that most ancient city - Just born. In the presence of an honored guest. All trembling forces standing by to witness its final passage - A death, too, will come to pass. They will pay tribute to it, at all costs …
Returned to a primal state. Poised, lethargic, with no sense of direction. Joy. Grief. I am all of these things - Oscillating, then fade. Rudimentary negation.
I do not feel a thing. A vessel no more, I float above scattered sea beds to watch planets align. Penetrated by infinity’s sharp edge, light enters my brain. Crystallized Eye forming the crust of new metals. Tolling embrace of a once imperfect pair, faded into a singular entity …
-From ‘Return Trip’
-Artwork By Santiago Caruso
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Albín Brunovský - Illustration from Pavol Dobšinský’s “Slovak Fairy Tales - The third book from the collection of Pavol” (1988)
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Odilon Redon (French, 1840-1916)
- Blue Poppies, n.d.
- Underwater Vision, 1904
- The Red Sphinx, 1912
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“The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is just how it is and that it cannot and will not be changed. Those who think they know how the universe could have been had they created it, without pain, without sorrow, without time, without death, are unfit for illumination.” ― Joseph Campbell