Autumn Winter 2017 Lookbook
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reconstruction or reimagination
leave me how you found me or leave without finding
preservation anxiety or animalistic fear
the blind mistake coexistence for
annihilation or the grotesque
Lazarus and I rise from solitary confinement sepulcher
first too loud too swollen too dark too violent
nails encrusted with blood from unseen unbirthings
rage and writhe with us – stylistic paroxysm
my politics is my blood so I will spill it for you
Sprinting whilst naked, limbs flailing, grimacing
Soaring toward that alizarin sunset, rabid
CO! Blank road signs, anonymous juncture
IN! Atrocities unknown, on my own
TEL! Leave me be. Let me be.
PRO! Unloved cervere, your end nears!
the tears of gas instead of children: today,
our children sell the breaking of laws to eat
sons follow fathers and leave homes behind
children become adults become cogs become faceless
we learn to live with the tears and to wear the claustrophobic shadows
Dedicated to the immaculate heart of our mothers:
these fallen bodies now risen
these mistaken eyes now open
these stained shattered broken hearts now precious
with seven swords piercing our sorrowful shadows
we & our children rise again