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ABOUT THE WORK

A collaged poem whose subject is of sanctioned violence, via the authoritarian flows of political and economic power. Power becomes embedded and thus embodied in each of us, constructing the technology of memory. The poem’s text:

But I was doomed to love; and in two months
myself as awakening from a dream, in a prison
wretched bed surrounded by
By permission
we speak of shadow
the simile suggests

KING: smell, sense of and sexual instinct, replaced by sight as dominant

QUEEN: O horror, horror, horror!

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QUEEN: ego-instincts, too, were libidnal

What charm can sooth her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilty away?
For sweetst things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

in my brow
in my face
bare.

“Are you better now, sir?” said she
across my memory

Enter Ghost
heatless rain and….