Thursday, March 29, 2007

weeping giants 1 (fate)

you remember, now, past the visions deleted by the day, how it all used to be, and what we thought we’d become.
castoffs with more science than they’ll ever know how to use, dream and make up as they go along.
the smartest store up ammunitions made of pure platinum, the others believe steel will be of any use. one man with a heart of the realest anger sings of fire every night on the equator, and because there all nights last the same time, his words become truly cyclic and spiral up to us.
look at all the others, dancing in the streets with blindfolds on.
or dont look, just try and breathe.
what’s coming is coming, so now, comrade, just try and breathe.

(from a picture of the sculpture FATE by einar jonsson, reykjavik, and a sunset over SNÆFELLSJÖKULL, northeast iceland)


Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

so then, is this a collage of sorts?

7:29 pm  
Blogger wolf said...

well its two pictures that i took when i lived in iceland, and i, uh, put the giants back in their place.

7:47 pm  
Blogger wolf said...

i only mentionned what the pics were because it makes sense.
and because i'm not the one who made the sculpture so i have to credit the original artist for it. ( if i use somemone else's work i always credit them. but i almost never do it)

7:49 pm  
Blogger emily previn said...

this is beautiful

(like everything you do - you bastards!)



8:06 pm  

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