Let’s bleed in yellow and in red
take this couch for a gentle bed
and dream of songs and sounds
whispering in your eye, that counts

For all the blood that’s been shed
over all this shivering shy sonnet
touching new and ancient wounds
and woes, that stick to all that blooms

Like sweeter singing nouns
that have been fostered, fed
on your own account, and found

Loosening your cruel corselet
and precious peering rounds
praying like an anitique amulet.

 

Max Beckmann, Frau mit Mandoline in Gelb und Rot, 1950

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Adriaan Krabbendam (Tunis, 1955) is antiquary, profound sleeper, doctor of the unknown, coachman of relations between the chthonic and the restricted human role in disasters, beachcomber laureate, firm simpleton, now and at the hour of our death, factotum of cities and landscapes, world without end

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