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Jiyen Lee’s collages of people ascending and descending staircases.
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Yayoi Kusama (Japanese, b. 1929), Sea in the Evening Glow, 1995. Acrylic on canvas, 130.4 x 97.6 cm.
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20-odd dusty dongles, A handful of sparkling ‘ginas FROLIC and flounder. When they lose themselves, they find each other. Through the ballsweat and delirium, Parched and starved for trailmix, Mojitos never in short supply. And then there were two, Turning to dust in a jeep-shaped sauna; The fungus twins. We put our trust in guiding flamingos.
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I measured out my night in Ketamine spoons
Moths in a lamp, All bare-chest and bug-eye swarming the deep and groovy, psychedelic syrup pools at our feet, Slow but thorough, filling our bodies and laying eggs in our minds.
Burnt nostril. What is a spoon? What is a ‘me’? Tucked into that place where one rhythm folds into another, The past flickers on a grainy projector screen with a yellow stripe through the middle.
Pots and pans man, Jake the dog, promise ring guy, The jazz drummer, the power lifter, chief banana hearer, That kid with Coat’s disease… That kid who got bitten by a monkey. Wait. Did he? Or was it a meerkat? ? ? ? ? ? Boiling point.
Kertwang! Our moment is a string stretched so far, so thin; it’s threads vibrate until they dissolve.
We’re back down to a simmer.
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