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2010-04

Öl auf Leinwand

45 x 45 cm || 17.6 x 17.6 inches



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Ausstellungen:
2016 Soest: "Kunst im Bunker, SoestArt 2016"
2010 Museum Abtei Liesborn

Poems for this painting by Yolantha Harrison-Pace
"Perfection"
the best
love of all
is when the
unloved
imagines she
is loved

"Time"
time cannot be
mayonaised
no matter how long
refrigerated
like
an ant or moth
bottled time will sloth
degenerate and die
not rise like a butterfly
traps and nets
are no sure bets
for time

"For Time"
I'd give anything,
my laughter
sound of hearing
feel of touch
if I could
so much
buy back
your time

"Your Time"
your time
was worth nothing
you gave it
without thought.
my every breath was
measured
calculated
anticipated
weighted
but for you
it was nothing.

"It Was Nothing"
it was nothing for me to smile
it was nothing for me to want you
it was nothing for me to
lay my clothes next to yours
it was nothing for my breasts
to touch chest to chest
listening to the one heart beat
see
when you are with me
time
cannot be

"Splendid"
if
love were
a systematic splendid thing
she would never pine for a wedding ring
if love were the answer
he'd romance her
dance her
instead of
prance her
from friend to friend
collecting money in
if love made it right
abortion sites
wouldn't whet the appetite
of back yard alleys
she wouldn't
compromise her thighs
with deep moated signs
and dungeon splurges
of chemical urges
if love were a many
splendoured systematic thing

"Abstract"
abstract subtraction
slows her reaction
to carbon monoxide
she feeds
her aborted fetus
she's the perfect
daughter
of the social order
leaving spun red
threads
in the sand
tossing smiling
aides infected starfish
through government
windows
with innuendos
of hints
to the extent of
it was her father

"One of a Kind"
she was a
one of a kind
new woman
never before tasted
impossible to pigeon hole
so the other women
stoned her
a little boy
rushed in
screaming "Mama!!!"
the women froze
turned away
went home
put their stones
in their kitchen windows
she died in perfection