http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/37/ From Renaissance to Pop Art. See, feel, and interpret! Wed, 20 Aug 2008 20:36:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.2 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/37/#comment-13483 S.Kartsonis Wed, 23 Jan 2008 19:08:49 +0000 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/37/#comment-13483 What haven't we read, bled; been written-by, written-out, ridden-by, ridden-out; our selves slashed up and down, our mouths smeared across mouths. We are lipsticked, half-blind, mirror-imaged, undone. Desires turn in the pond of our emptiest selves. We are sleeves for our own severed arms, tucked into the waistband and dreaming of hands—warm with a cardiovascular heat, warm with a soul's wish for a touch before dying. We have waited too long, our blood gone stony, our flesh bloodless, not breathless but unbreathing, nothing in us rushes to greet anyone at the door. Our lips lock with dead lips. We are left wanting. What haven’t we read, bled; been written-by, written-out, ridden-by, ridden-out; our selves slashed up and down, our mouths smeared across mouths. We are lipsticked, half-blind, mirror-imaged, undone. Desires turn in the pond of our emptiest selves. We are sleeves for our own severed arms, tucked into the waistband and dreaming of hands—warm with a cardiovascular heat, warm with a soul’s wish for a touch before dying. We have waited too long, our blood gone stony, our flesh bloodless, not breathless but unbreathing, nothing in us rushes to greet anyone at the door. Our lips lock with dead lips.
We are left wanting.

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