Because poetry should be every month:
Apr. 1st, 2010 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skull_bearerFound this as part of an art piece in the Tate Modern:
What is that object over there?
Search the shores
of an ancient land
under the stars
along the sand
between the pines
the cactus tree
see the stone
where the lizard sleeps
What is that object
over there?
Who is the man
by the orange tree?
The voices calling
in the square?
The lights that flicker
out to sea?
Tells you everything there is to know about me that I walk into an art gallery and the thing I take away with me is a poem. And that room full of USSR propaganda posters. That was awesome.
What is that object over there?
Search the shores
of an ancient land
under the stars
along the sand
between the pines
the cactus tree
see the stone
where the lizard sleeps
What is that object
over there?
Who is the man
by the orange tree?
The voices calling
in the square?
The lights that flicker
out to sea?
Tells you everything there is to know about me that I walk into an art gallery and the thing I take away with me is a poem. And that room full of USSR propaganda posters. That was awesome.