Thursday, March 02, 2006

Our brittle pain


More concrete poetry! This was originally published in Blinkity Blank's Smaller Dada Issue in, what, 1995 or so. (I didn't date the mags, for some reason or another.)

It was an A6-sized issue, with eight pages in all, covers included.

The text goes something like this:

OUR BRITTLE PAIN

LIFE

UNDER OUR FEET

CULTIVATE

OUR SCREAM

THE EARTH OUR DEMISE

THE WHOLE

KILL IS

THE OIL OF OUR WORLD

HEAR?

HEAR?

So, it's something like a political commentary. If I remember right, I cut the words from a leaflet that some religious nut gave to me on a street. Edit: The translation was inaccurate at first. Now it's correct.

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