There was a world and it was a place that could hardly be measured, as its contents were gestures with living objects attached.
A revolving door is made of things moving. Those things are people. The faces on them as the wood the paint on an actual door: a movement without expression. A blocking-out of emotion a becoming-utilitarian, an engine or a part of one, a one that is pulling apart and coming together again. A door…Movement might mimic the march of soldiers. Body barricade this porous thing. Could there be a world without manmade barriers. Philosophy is thinking about thinking; art is the thing that imagines imagining.
That clock doesn’t know what time it is. All these, I don’t know. The references aren’t embedded, they hurt too bad. Its hands going everywhere, and why do we let them. It is because we want Time to make a symphony. The clock hands are like the conductor’s hands, and we have already run out of it: time…
Give in to the language of breath and feeling, rather than intellect and knowing.
Enter the room the flowers white. A phrase on the wall. Objects speaking with a pornographic insistence. Tripping over the rolled-up carpet, scream, “The TV’s broken!” There is an art inside that carpet, but you can’t see it. Maybe even mites. TV forgot to have an image. You want to watch your stories. There are no stories here.
Plastic flowers never get to know what time it is. That means they’re wanting something all the time, looking pretty. Real flowers rot and know no innocence. Process akin to world without replenishment. Fill a vase with water made of plastic.
That porno vase the holes and erections covered up with blue dots. A collaboration with some absent censor. Now you are safe you don’t have to look at the organs. I am the fake fluid that resides inside the container. A fluid with eyes. The dots are feelings, craving release. Follow the barricade of bodies ringing the rim to discover the whole.
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