Tuesday, October 29, 2013

post-Partum


Lost in what hangs limp on my bones. Thoughts for one. 
Dead, dangling, and I digress. 
Gave myself over to a number and now that is what I am. 

 Nino in Portugal warned about living in competition, comparison. It is a clear barbed net that rips at you as you near it ; to surmount has been precluded by stepping under a skyless landscape.


Fußgänger
Pedestrians

1963

Oil on canvas

Gerhard Richter

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