My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies ~ Number 10
His baby weighs nothing
floating on bony palms
Practicing sacrifice
A grimacing prayer
Thin breathless arms soft with natures last flourish
the stroking of hair
A habit of care
No hope and rapidly fading
Superficial
Life
We frame our fascinated tongue in gilded verbs
We bring out the colours with chemistry
Changing compounds and celebrating the moon
The baby is full like an orange
But the grey skin juxtaposed is peeling back now
The thin leftover body is heaving
corrosion is heaven too
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thanks…. trying to find the heaven in life and death
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Reblogged this on MrMilitantNegro™.
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So interesting to see how you as an artist view another artist’s writings….enjoying the series.
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I think they all need more work to tie them together and build to the final goodbye… but it has been an inspiring process for me.
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