Tag: art
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What lies past the curtain?
What lies past the curtain? Machine-cut headstones, or uncanny brows? Butcher bags, or our neighbour’s best guess? You. I can see your shadow on my grave: Puce ears, stained skin. You clear yesterday’s rubbish, Left by some Rock-raved, unwary kid— Polish the dimensions, caress the crest; Think, remember: unwashed trays in the scullery, A room…
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From my ceiling
My ceiling’s splintered into classes.Verdant, because it was never trodden; Fixed ripples turn into brocade and then,Brocade breaks down into your face just when— Your memory hisses, whilst I listen: Sound is stoppered still within the surface; Solo music from an untuned trumpet, Familiar, though a foreign band plays. Ordure often reeks of rot and…
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Roots
Mulberries, Pose outside my window; The perks of cocooning, Away from the daily show. They saunter, then wade, Like soot that burns and plummets; Soldiering against the gales, A dungeon for the magpie’s stolen nest. I’ve heard that they connect, With synergy beyond the lovers’ reach. Once snow-white, now dripping red, Branches whorled by unlevelled…
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The Underground
Tube lights flicker, Tether and splinter; A hollow sound of yore— Gashes against the window. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · To my surprise, The outside is what is in: Only my face, and vacant space. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Below us, the tracks all gather, In concrete unison, against the…
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Connection
Inspired by “Alone is what I have. Alone protects me” from Sherlock BBC 🖤 · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Flame-coloured pavement, Thickly-set concrete; I crouch, my fingers press, Jostling the earthenware. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Writhing, shivering, beckoning— With gait and stride like the army’s, The fog slithers and deceives,…
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Hiraeth
I long to be, Somewhere free from me; To leave my youthful body, And the age of vanity. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I long to be, Amidst the dirt, Its fragments, unearthing my crust; To be scared of the beasts that surround me, Who came from the same Creator, And shall return…
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The reality of Indian Block Prints
“But that’s it. Work keeps going on.” This is the mantra of over 20,000 people who contribute to India’s woodblock printing industry and are dependant on it. The most revered place for block printing in India is the Jaipur region of Rajasthan, a place renowned for preserving old traditions. Introduced by the Chippa community in…
The Barbaric Yawp 