By_ @van_minnenMy intelligence is not commensurate with what I now feel. There is a gap. A liminal space. Clearly I've left something, but have not yet arrived at that new place. I am grieving but I know not exactly for what. They finally came for me. All my golden rage, bound and impotent, and they threw at me the rotten fruit from my own trees. Oh, I knew those knots so well. Then the painful flash, a separation, vision narrowing. The sounds of the jeering crowd growing distant. Oh God! Hot fluorescent embarrassment! Am I naked? Have I been executed naked? My mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. A spit bubble eye blinking between my lips. Words falling out of my mouth like marbles. What am I saying? Caput Mortuum. On come the demons, tearing. I search for the rock, those words written there. Grief is good. Good grief. Come down to the earth now. Let the humiliation be total. It's a tight squeeze, they say, to the other side. In the darkness just before dawn the grating touch softens, hands of the liberating angels. I see her body now, full of holes, her holey body. I'm exploring all of me in all of that. Put some music to it, make it funny. Fucking cool. I'm trying to exact some message in there. I think it's meant for me. She's peering at me from the black space below. Then all at once, it comes. IT COMES! Dear God, it could have better than I thought... it could have been better than I even imagined! There I was, thinking I had it all, and you, offering everything. Blue cold at dawn and they lower his body into the ground. RIP King Dick. RIP Old Father. She presses up against me, and looking alarmed says, 'How could you possibly have a fucking hard on right now?!” “It's mourning wood.”"""""""" "The Rise of King Dick" 2017 Oil/Linen 52x72" #mourningwoodinliminaldawn #richardhellergallery#losangeles #november4th http://offmag.blogspot.com.es #OFFmag #news #magazine #trends #music #cine #free #issue #like #smile #art #fashion