“Netherlands Inverted” by Conal Gilliland
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"Portrait of a Panic Attack" by S.J. Saighead
Lying on my back and the ground coarse and cold and a calf perched on my chest and struggling for breath and my brain is starved for oxygen and tired, red hot And all I can see is clouds, grey and low, trying to inhale for 5 and exhale for 5 and inhale for 5 and exhale for 5 pulling the sky into my body and revealing whatever is up there.
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"The Rudiments of Levitation" by M.A.A.
an accident in earthform sorcery poor moldwork, avoidable travesty golem's palms melted into blades outdone wishes and cutting days mistranslated signs slid on errors from jyutping to khitan; a docile tutorial, upwards the lens blurred in the sky, sogdian text tranquil air with pressure too tense here's a cloth that shows the rest; arms extended as the throne floats airwaves push forth a soft wooden song and there is a view worth a thousand lines to be read backwards once in a while; arms extended all ravines gather (pity) lurking, loitering (light tones) one would share secrets (inaudible rise) if there was an agreement on what is hidden (all coming down) as cold winds enlarge (on liars) their mouths (hands) sentimental howling (in denial) is let out; arms extended a gravel guard's wave nails to the seat horizon calm and tame on the wasteland - a short stay penumbra comes to fray stashes it away and now we have an agreement "tell me all there is to it" sudden zoom out from the cloth, landscapes retreat like a vanishing dew evaporated particles, haematids merge with introspection's craft witness the creation of mental art, down drops the luck of the few eyelids towing in the scene, grip tightens on the clay man's arm see-through holes on the heart line, but what is a few cuts for a view enticed for a lifetime?
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“Up There” by Vian Borchert
Up there in the sky do you see a bird or do you see a fly perhaps a dove or even a butterfly that lost its wing its way its destined trip An eagle soaring there seems to be a prey down there... Clouds that look like elephants Clouds with shapes of camels I see them so clear How pretty and fluffy they are to me Up There in the sky at night, do you see the stars so bright, so twinkling shinning dazzlingly and sometimes dimming The moon comes clear with its face as handsome as it can be looking down at us while we point to it up there in the night sky so clear so bright bringing us much needed light!
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Next exhibition theme: BLEAK
Deadline: Midnight, December 6th
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