Into the depths

The Fall of the Ancien Régime

Tightrope of our Hope

for Angye Gaona

Justice eats her own hands
and puts out her eyes

Doors and windows rust shut
as their white paint flakes off like bloodstains

Taste the copper snake-water
As it runs down the glass
and see the red-feathered daytime bats
As they circle the sealed room

We hold our breaths
inside the caskets full of water,
and Justice chokes on her bitten-off tongue

Already a draught of air
spiked with lemon and iron and the rustle of birds
Creeps through the cracks. It swells beneath us
lifting us off the ground
lifting us up
lifting us out and away

In the gaze of the Phantom

looking back over a year of plunder

Voodoo Gong: The Apeman Walking Backwards to Hell

drawings, photographs and collages by Merl Fluin and Paul Cowdell

at Arkitektvägen 44, Stockholm, Sweden

Saturday 24 November, 2pm-6pm

Sunday 25 November, 12-3pm

Other times by appointment: arkitektvagen44[at]gmail.com

or +46 736 17 20 20

The title of this exhibition was suggested through objective chance in a letter to Merl and Paul from our friend John Andersson. The images presented are all the results of investigations into automatism, dreams, objective chance, interpretive delirium and mad love.

In a forest of shadow-trunked trees

National Poetry Day ain't a fit night out for man nor beast

True poetry should always be made with mitts on