Three Poems
And whilst
the dumb, revulsed by your abilities
they spit out eternally only
the pulp of each failed
sentence,
the deaf (a now clandestine and
underground organization)
in their dreams, each night, they
bury you, bone by bone, to prevent
your shrill…
-for in you, the past, the present, and
the future, like different sized
stones
By Paul Stubbs.
Turner Prize: Stuckist Reaction
1 December demo: Steven Yates, Charles Thomson, Jane Kelly, Shelley Li, Edgeworth Johnstone By Charles Thomson. They ought to remake Downfall with Sir Nicholas Serota in his Tate office, surrounded by curators aghast at the sustained fantasies of their leader in the face of all the evidence. Serota is a master of external self-control, but […]