Showing posts with label wound. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wound. Show all posts
Thursday, 6 September 2018
Friday, 2 June 2017
wound man
WTF Primark!


vendetta painting
"and you thought corsets had boning?" schiaparelli pins the dress to carrie. to her shoulders, her arms, her torso, her waist. endless needles. steel through skin. carrie gasps. black hides blood. blood soaks her. trapunto bones absorb it. the bones are stuffed with batting. sciaparelli licks blood from her own fingers. "blood,' she says, 'tastes like pins!" mccormack 64

vendetta painting
Saturday, 29 October 2016
pearl diving
POWERAR
Living in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil
She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power
Labels:
adrienne rich,
dali,
fatty,
great dismal,
melancholia,
pathology,
pearl,
pearl diver,
pharmakon,
RTI,
wound
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