(I Wept)

“Curse God and die: what better hope than this? He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss Of his gold city, and eternal day” — Nay peace: behind my prison’s blinded bars I do possess what none can take away, My love, and all the glory of the stars.

And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.

the american south is the most racially diverse and poorest region of the united states, and any political sentiment that treats the south is stupid or expendable is inherently racist and classist. a lot of y'all are racist and classist. the south is also the heart of american culture. argue with a wall. you cannot deny that everybody in the entire world does not emulate artists from atlanta. there is vested interest in keeping the south poor and uneducated BECAUSE this is the most racially diverse region in this country. if you actually give a fuck about progress, you would fight for the south, not mock us.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains.

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

“I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth—a world which now trembles before the King in Yellow”

My art is not your stock. Please do not repost/blog this without giving me credit. Stock is from the Boston Public Library and Faestock. Additional elements and details painted by me.

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2000, dir. John Fawcett