Llyn Foulkes–a poem to your painting “The Western Viewpoint”

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Unknown

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sad for nephews, longing for birds

what we recognize is already heard

money for brains, silently colluding

not even knowing which river we’re polluting

 

Mickey’s membrane, Disney’s drain

long ago water now mixed with pain

everything’s for sale, that which is unsellable

sky still makes hail, that is inevitable

 

-Bitch, 2013 at the Hammer’s Llyn Foulkes exhibit

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