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1986, 2015, architecture, being, Bill Sienkiewicz, blue, breeze, creation, Elektra, fall, father, Frank Miller, green, grey, grin, growth, guru, identity, infrastructure, inheritance, institution, life, mother, shame, skin, slate, smile, sound, thought, woman, world
Elektra
spidery fronds shidder in the
green breeze; the father is shot
impotent on his own boat the
mother is shot to birth; this is
important; looking strangely
like my creator I inherit the
shame of the father’s life, I
inherit the life of my mother;
responsible to neither, formed
by both; I have inherited
nothing, grown to reconcile
in a hundred different ways
we
are institutionalised to the
very skin of our being by
the grin of care that keeps
us innocent and pure; that
paternal smile that gives no
light or warmth, rictus-like
everywhere in the infrastructure
and architecture (you took care
out from me, poppa,
and I never really spoke again)
stuck in the slate-grey
world of green and sickly
blue; I learn that I need to grow
and I find someone who
beats the father and the
mother from me with a stick –
it hurts, but it finally breaks me
when I learn to just
fall
by
my
self
with
no
safe
ty, no
iden
tity
from the 1st issue of Elektra: Assassin, 1986, by Frank Miller & Bill Sienkiewicz
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
architecture wormhole: inbreath
being wormhole: substance
blue & grey wormhole: El Palacio, 1946
breeze & green & mother & sound & thought wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – moment
father wormhole: 1968
identity wormhole: ashramas
life wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
smile wormhole: between thoughts
woman wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
world wormhole: the / bright yellow / world
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