Friday, March 30, 2007

weeping giants 2 (sleep)



there is a black viper behind the stone. upturn it, let her coil inside your palms, let her draw the words of truth and reveal.
the fire is now reaching our sense of touch.
the fire is now proudly hissing, warning three women whose hands are buried in the entrails of a raven, a horse and a wolf.
now that you have read the words that spell out the end, open your eyes, and let me dive in them, for death will soon fall and i have to hold its reins.

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

4 Comments:

Blogger emily previn said...

spell-casting marvellous

you're a myth-maker

a witch

a beast

8:05 pm  
Blogger emily previn said...

the victim was Lorca, the one you asked me about (i don't know if you read my comment below, that was a few days back...)

i really like your aesthetic, it's very powerful, wolf - you seem to burst with might.

8:11 pm  
Blogger wolf said...

the myths are made already, but witch, yes.
and beast, well, duh :-)

yeah, lorca.
bodas de sangre is my favourite
favourite
play
ever

and i was raised on poema del cante jondo

8:28 pm  
Blogger emily previn said...

great.

i knew you liked Lorca, but "raised" on it?

that's unusual, isn't it. not common...

did you have spanish upbringings or something?

(well, i'm getting personal - so i shut up. i'm just curious...)

8:33 pm  

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