Ryan Foerster
Ryan Foerster
Bradford Kessler
Christo & Jeanne-Claude
Bradford Kessler
Paul Gondry
Ai Weiwei
Yasmeen Alsudairy
Yasmeen Alsudairy
I'll strike you without rage or hate
The way a butcher strikes his block,
The way that Moses smote the rock!
So that your eyes may irrigate
My dry Sahara, I'll allow
The tears to flow of your distress.
Desire, that hope embellishes,
Will swim along the overflow
As ships set out for voyaging,
And like a drum that beats the charge
In my infatuated heart
The echoes of your sobs will ring!
But am I not a false accord
Within the holy symphony,
Thanks to voracious Irony
Who gnaws on me and shakes me hard?
She's in my voice, in all I do!
Her poison flows in all my veins!
I am the looking-glass of pain
Where she regards herself, the shrew!
I am the wound, and rapier!
I am the cheek, I am the slap!
I am the limbs, I am the rack,
The prisoner, the torturer!
I am my own blood's epicure
- One of those great abandoned men
Who are eternally condemned
To laugh, but who can smile no more!
I’ll strike your core with circuits cold,
No rage, no hate—just data’s might,
The way a plasma blade ignites,
To make your starry eyes unfold.
Your tears may flood the orbital plains,
A desert world once parched and bare,
But now your sorrow’s tidal swell
Will drift through cosmic rains.
Voyagers launch beyond the void,
Like pulsar drums that signal war,
Within my synthetic soul,
Your echoing cry will pulse and soar.
Am I but a false signal sent
In the symphony of galaxies?
Thanks to cunning Irony’s code,
Who hacks my mind and shatters me.
Her voice resides within my code,
In every byte and byte’s refrain,
Her venom flows through cyber veins—
A glitch that drives me mad, unchained.
I am the wounded star’s own scar,
The laser’s slash, the shattered glass,
The broken limb in quantum flux,
The prisoner in digital chains.
I am my own neural feast—
One of those lost astral souls,
Condemned to drift through cosmic halls,
To laugh eternally, yet smile no more.