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Oh granite god, where do you gaze? The dust of eons settles on your sleeve and bird droppings drip down your brow. Where are your worshippers now? They should’ve made you a few friends, in poses here and there, to have slow conversations with over the passing of time. They should’ve left some scriptures behind, so I could catch a hint of your reason and your rhyme. Were your edicts patriarchal? Farcical? Did you tell them what to eat? How to sleep? How to dress or speak? Did you have plans for the little ants at your stone cold feet?
ReplyDeleteThe tire-rim and the palm-tree draw my eye. Let’s leave the stone man out of this. Let’s think about palm plantations and their relationship to tigers. The man’s head and maybe his face looks like Picasso’s guitar-player. Let us take a scalpel to the light by which capitalism thinks it sees. Let us try not to kill anymore tigers than necessary—let us save milk-cows but defund multinational capital. The tire-rim depends on the palm-plantation. In Siberia, trucks sometimes run into tigers. This image does bad metonymy: the parts stand out not the wholes, and this itself succeeds as conceit.
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