what is given is pending, we phlegm
at it the passage eats at our stomach, hands
peeling, eyes dangling on played through grounds of fear
incense in the field, prisoner of the word patria
your penis a balloon’s loose end slips from your pants
your arms not carrying your arms
your head ticking aside your head
your legs rumple
your shoe remains
here is what passes from the i
your i drawing your i until it hiccups i
reflux of your ear’s soulwax
|dv 2018 – “SUN(t)RA(nce) #2: Intensity” – total size A4|
Original Dutch text: https://dirkvekemans.be/2018/03/02/intensity/
the texts and drawings were made while listening to the composition their title refers to.
editing afterwards was very limited, so you get to read/view them like straight from the saturnal trance.