Seraphina Swords

living is a work of art

April 11

This was an era of fatal goodbyes
Of lost souls and wandering sighs
Broken through the skin and into the cold
A thunderous applause for all that she sold

Such take and take was no desired transaction
Hardly a cause for a major attraction
Without the reflection from the unseeing eye
She saw not herself, but herself as a lie

And so you could say she was never in view
Not from the nest, from which later she flew
Not from the world, which mirrored her own
Left in the dark, left all alone

These years at best were lightening’s pride
Built in a storm before thunder that cried
And roared and broke her down to the ground
With piercing screams cut off from true sound

She cursed and cursed the unseeing eye
Which gave her life and then sent her to die
The pain shattered her spirit and broke her bones
A living dead, covered in stones

But then nature grew from out of the black
Sunlight slowly moved in through the crack
Faint at first, but a growing fusion
Of light and dark and its marvellous allusion

Ahead there is fire and movement and life
Which could have never existed without the unseeing’s strife
So perhaps it is misery that brings alchemy, then gold
That grips ordinary souls with its hold

Turning them into power and force
Up from the roots of that magical source
And if this is the case, then both she and the eye
Were sent underground for their story to fly

My belief is that art should not be comforting; for comfort, we have mass entertainment, and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.

— Joyce Carol Oates

Breaking up

It’s not you,
It’s US.

He tried not to think but only to endure.

— Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

This is

living in the heart of betrayal.

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.

— Voltaire (via psychedelic-orgasm)

(Source: vaunting, via eniolio)

never be the same again.

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