The Sombre Majesty (or, on being the pronounced dead)
Soft Opening, London, 2022
Whispered - at the top of my lungs
piercing space and parting seas
you rest on the lips of the
broken, smacked and smothered.
Prayer.
Air. There’s so much air in the word
for wishes for, wishes of.
Wistful woes
or wisdom wonder
carried on the spirit air.
Heir.
Successor of The Work. New Wor(l)d.
More than that;
bestowed
Less than that;
perceived. -er.
E R
In emergence we find light for this dark room
Rimmed with saints who expire at the touch of the living’s breath, therefore,
no holy in this spirit
or, on being the pronounced dead.
For the full press release see here.
Photography: Theo Christelis