Thursday, 30 October 2008

Final destiny of the gods

It sates itself on the life-blood
of fated men,
paints red the powers' homes
with crimson gore.
Black become the sun's beams
in the summers that follow,
weathers all treacherous.
Do you still seek to know? And what?
Brothers will fight
and kill each other,
sisters' children
will defile kinship.
It is harsh in the world,
whoredom rife
-an axe age, a sword age
-shields are riven-
a wind age, a wolf age-
before the world goes headlong.
No man will have
mercy on another.

Chapman Gallery retrospective opens

Monday, 6 October 2008

Saturday, 4 October 2008