kainotophobia

A world without secondhand stuff...

                                                  ....you can't take that away from me.

I'll run to the woods and find secondhand leaves.

NO ROOM FOR STRING...

                                       ....you can't be serious.

I'll find thread and double, NO, triple twine it to do as I please.

Take away material, but you can't take away ideas.

Take away freedom, you'll create longing.

Take away longing, you'll create protest.

But all along the way you created performance.

All this time, you supplied the material you stole...

                                               

jectigation city exploration

in the city
where the towers
once stood...
                            the met beckoned
                            pessimistic i stood
                            but the steps carried me in anyway...
                                                                                    entrance
                                                                                    walk through
                                                                                    sensory overkill...
                                                                                                               can't take
                                                                                                               much more...
rooftop surprise!
glistening eyes!
bamboo palace
built by the jungle twins...
                                                                                          ...pessimism within still,
                                                                                            atop the conclusion is aloof.

drifting...
down the way
there stands warehouses...
                                        riverside temples of art
                                        prestigious in some humble kinda way
                                        (dare i say?)
                                                                                                 sexual inuendos
                                                                                                 visual stimulation
                                                                                                 no, not giration...
                                                                                                                           sue williams...
next door
somewhere?
(the boathouse row of galleries)...
                                                   table top forrests
                                                   made of the twigs
                                                   that begot it...
                                                                              shuffle to next room
                                                                              a quiet gathering
                                                                              of the sisterhood masks...
                                                                                                                     solemn and serene
                                                                                                                     refined regality of
                                                                                                                 a ghostly commodity...
                                                                                                                        ...cecilia edefalk