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Swollen feet false sun

WALKING

THEBES

(ink)DERVISH

DRUM

?FLUTE

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*2018

 

The Front End 

A friend.

Love
Who has a name that appears in Shakespeare

– never posted a single thing on her feeds.
She watches the world turn itself over
a furore of value –
Love
She consciously navigates below
Sub-marine privacy,
Unfeeding the load to say.
“Is there a mirrored floor in Old-fashioned minimalism?”

Stickers emote solvents into the air, someone must be working.

Intersectional feminism
tap, tap tap, tap
RED, the play, two guys
End period poverty, two guys
No banners (because you organised it, not I)
Love

in the twenty first century –

Intimacy so acute, it goes unregistered.

Still intended
Still here
Still nothing
Still
                Her work and her facial expressions
Unmediated by the serotonin-release of likes.
Free bleeding has a sound
In private

Flickering

Alpha-rhythms and grasp private thought process All gone to grasp
Unpeelable           and impatient

I’m not here but listening

Still intended
Vouchsafe,

to attribute

so many odes to quiet women.

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* some feelings/thoughts attached to creative privacy, personas and resisting Instagram.

*Read aloud for We Are Publication at Focal Point Gallery, Southend, October 2018.

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*AUDIO https://soundcloud.com/holly-antrum

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*Website and all contents copyright Holly Antrum (2010 – 2020).