Saturday, 21 May 2011

having breath

installation view

bow tie, pencil on bone

rib cage, pencil on bone

skull cap, pencil on bone

don't lose hope, pencil on vellum

joko, pencil on paper

john, yoko, adam and eve, pencil on paper

nothing more, pencil on vellum

pipilotti rist, sip my ocean




Friday, 13 May 2011

april 18

the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull



and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation



I would not remember you


or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these



and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops

a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight








john and yoko