November 9, 2020. SAINTS AND SINNERS

“Reflection Eternal” by Athena

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"they won't defend your dreams" by Linda M. Crate
 they'll all tell you i'm a sinner,
 but they consider themselves
 saints;
 mostly they're good
 they'd say—
  
 but they'll paint you a picture
 of all my many flaws,
 tell you how i am the monster
 in the dark with my claws;
  
 won't deny i can be cold as ice
 or as hot as fire
 can be a hurricane of rage
  
 but i also have beautiful flowers beyond
 my thorns, and trees ancient and old
 grow in me; birds of every breed and colors
 dance in the skies along with dragons and dreams—
  
 i won't pretender i'm not a sinner,
 but don't let them convince
 you they're saints;
  
 i've seen their darkness and it is purposefully cruel as a nightmare
 they won't defend your dreams like i will. 

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“Wild Cherries” by Vian Borchert (Markers, 2018)

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"Prognostication" by M.A.A. 
 Embrace this brief prime
 in a rapid movement 
 in a bodily rhyme
 luminous footsteps about to cut
 sketches on wandering postcards 
 spelled out lips shut,
 said as a hum
 from goodwilled parochialism,
 into a long run
 narratives fractured,
 so now they come for us 
 ---------------------------------
 // how we ended up like this
 well, it is the way of all things
 pretty words for pretty people
 stories from the bottom of the barrel
 triplet of mirrors faces the quarrel
 tossed colours hide the black
 lurking far in the back
 but still
 she saw it as oblivion
 somehow
 unnoticed until collision
 --------------------------------
 // the civil union of heaven and hell
 let's go back, before the rapture
 no mention of the daggers on the wall
 ignore the antlers on the floor
 (he who left them, works here no more)
 know the basics, presentation is key
 our souls are carved from the same tree
 sinners sharing a shaky row with saints
 misunderstandings, slowing speed
 our rhymes broken - bam! a failing spleen
 what can you do to make it leave?
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 // this one is called expressions of frustration
 clearly there's no ejecting from this weirdo's dreams
 somebody's years lived as beggars for basil 
 but we found his rabbits, discarded habits 
 misguided identities, sign of the dense
 (zweihänder through the eye of the needle!)
 are we lacking common sense, 
 or just a bit of courage?
 does really it matter, 
 in the absence of judges?
 apoliteia fostering
 the generation's assholes
 yes, we've all heard this track before...
 ---------------------------------------------------
 // underground as a playground for outcasts
 aha! observe and listen as the great mask speaks
 roaring martial drums played by industrial fucks
 apparently, we know the future - and it creaks
 a proposition - let's make sure it won't see us
 let's cover our footsteps, hide everything you know
 these tales that failed before, surely won't work now
 solution is on the card - it's sketched on the board
 -“Osiris is a black god”- wait what
 yeah, he works here no more
 take care 

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“Self Portrait feat. A Saint and Sinner” by Conal Gilliland

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"Painted up Front Doors" by Michelle Moloney King 
You can't fuck around with mushrooms - chopping onions. 
Crying. They lead into a quick waltz round room.
To take umbrage," to feel slighted in barely 
one generation. All move to positions. 

He thinks the answer will come from the forests
Themselves, mimes apologetic face. 
It's an astonishing sight in this location, as they 
are generally associated with religious buildings.

AFAIK -To take offense for "shade," It was recorded 
this summer as part of the Saints and Sinners project,
the stones were for explanation of 
Sile na Gig, and the scene goes on.

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“To Create a Whole (fragment)” by S.J. Saighead

and now I shall be free to posses truth in one soul and one body. A one torn apart into two, capable of great evil and love in equal parts. A one torn into two; two hands, two legs, two eyes, two ears, a soul split down the centre, two halves equal in power and truth. Without one there is no other, without two halves there is no whole. We are neither this or that, we must always be cursed with inhabiting both. We must alway walk the dusty plains of eternity knowing our evil and greed with which we destroy others, our love and compassion with which we destroy ourselves. I am free to posses the truth and carry its burden between two halves, equally and forever.

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Next exhibition theme: UP THERE

Deadline: Midnight, November 22nd

Submit at: artisticdifferencesproject@gmail.com

More information under ‘Submissions’ tab

Published by artisticdifferencescurator

My name is Seán and I am the creator and curator of the Artistic Differences Project. I started this project during the lockdown in Ireland due to COVID-19 in March 2020 as a way to get my friends and I creating during a troubling time. From there the project as gone from strength to strength and now we publish a new exhibition every two weeks.

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