notes on The Gospel of Eve
Snow white.
Ash grey.
Gods'
Little
Green
Apple. Grapple
With retaliation,
Resentment
Toward the children,
Angry at the snake.
(When "anemic" broadens
Into "spare", spaced into
Scintillation, we congratulate
Subtlety, outsize position
Into clean metaphor, boring,
Determining that stance, in part
Is being chastened by warning
Mildly mannered when bruise would do,
Shamefully tame.)
*
The lion is yawning.
Disgrace is dawning.
Dust the awning. Mow
The ceiling. Be
A pretty girl. Grill
A gift. Shit
Rose petals. Learn
Metals
By their
Scent. Learn
Vintage by it's taste, waste
The day
Sniffing
Zinc. Clean
The sink, inhale
The sword.
*
Mending creature is a gift of the vivid
Not a cloak of the faithful.
She shivers at the borders of light.
Something of collusion in scarps of pleasure
That fail to keep her warm.
(Naked view, gaze from above amused.
Envy of zealotry, parade of perfume
Old robe frayed
Where it's loosely abused.)
Snow white.
Ash grey.
Gods'
Little
Green
Apple. Grapple
With retaliation,
Resentment
Toward the children,
Angry at the snake.
(When "anemic" broadens
Into "spare", spaced into
Scintillation, we congratulate
Subtlety, outsize position
Into clean metaphor, boring,
Determining that stance, in part
Is being chastened by warning
Mildly mannered when bruise would do,
Shamefully tame.)
*
The lion is yawning.
Disgrace is dawning.
Dust the awning. Mow
The ceiling. Be
A pretty girl. Grill
A gift. Shit
Rose petals. Learn
Metals
By their
Scent. Learn
Vintage by it's taste, waste
The day
Sniffing
Zinc. Clean
The sink, inhale
The sword.
*
Mending creature is a gift of the vivid
Not a cloak of the faithful.
She shivers at the borders of light.
Something of collusion in scarps of pleasure
That fail to keep her warm.
(Naked view, gaze from above amused.
Envy of zealotry, parade of perfume
Old robe frayed
Where it's loosely abused.)
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It's a piece about expectations of feminity in the workplace (BE NICE, LOOK PRETTY, DON'T PLAY HARDBALL, etc.). I'm recording myself answering calls and being really nice to assholes, then writing about it as part of an installation.
Why did Hirst get sued? I know about most of the others, but not him. I know about the art student who vandilized his work, though... gets me chuckling every time I think of it, even thought it was a cruel thing to do.
Yeah, now all I have to do is finish the piece and buy a shitload of Wild Turkey.
Lovely poem. Mind if I save a copy?