BOLD AS LOVE - A RANT
Written by Freya Torp Faifua and Lea Torp Nielsen 2018
Credits: Jimmy Hendrix; ‘Bold as Love’, Kurt Vonnegut; ‘Breakfast of Champions’; Clarice Lispector; ‘Agua Viva’, Maya Angelou ‘I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings’, Ursula K Le Guin ‘A Left-Handed Commencement Address’, Kate Tempest; ‘Hold Your Own’ & ‘Tunnel Vision’, James Joyce; ‘Ulysses’, Sally O’Reilly; ‘Live Illuminated Manuscript’, Freya Torp Hennessey and Lea Torp Nielsen; ‘Bowling (You Fools)’.
Anger
A Towering high, metallic purple
armour
Blinding in the furious sun
King Jealousy, envy waits behind
Him
His fiery green gown sneers
at the grassy ground,
Part piety part disgust.
While you worship his Eternal
Erection viagra’ed to the hilt
Blue are the life-giving waters
taken for granted,
They quietly understand,
Ever-loving and forgiving
as your children rise
To the call
Once happy turquoise armies
lay opposite ready,
wondering why the War is On
always
waiting for War or fighting a War
Always on the Axis
THIS IS VALHALLA AND SHAMBALA
The young ones think they remember
the glory days
when they were all bold as rainbows,
Just ask the axis
(GODLIKE) I AM THE AXIS
The
myth of the individual has left you disconnected, lost, pitiful
and fearful of each other, life
AND death
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
you cannot do it on your own
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived and will live.
My red is so confident
I flash trophies of war,
With ribbons of euphoria in my
smile and My pussy has teeth
so if you grab it
It’ll rip your fucking fingers
off
And I will plant them in my
Garden
So they may grow A Soul
Fuck your patriarchy
Fuck your hierarchy
Fuck your artistic elitism,
Fuck your taste and morals
My orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady and behind the anger lives the fear and with it sorrow although we know in our bones that we are ALL stardust
My yellow sees disasters, Montage violence between half closed eyelids, Massacres, and oil spills, torture, rape and cheap thrills
It is frightened like me
And my emotions
keep holding me from,
Living my life like a rainbow
with you
Be bold as love,
Yeah, yeah
HEAR ME TALKING!
I'm bold as love
I AM the axis
Life is heart-breaking,
Bring me your broken hearts,
leave them on the streets
Or Let it beat pitifully in this prison you call
civilised life
full of longing
for a wholeness and completion
that you will not know the shape of
till you…
(Noise)
Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did
you look up for blessing -- instead of around, and down? What hope you have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth you have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that dazzles, but in the
dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.
As ripping from the depths of the earth the knotted roots of a rare tree, that is how I speak to you, and those roots are powerful tentacles like voluminous naked bodies of strong women entwined by serpents and by carnal desires for fulfillment, and all this is the prayer of a black mass, and a creeping plea for amen: because the bad is unprotected and needs the approval of God: that is creation
So be the eyes
And ears
And conscience
Be the Creator of the Universe
YOU FOOLs
So Let me hold your pain for you
Caress you
Kiss you
You Dumb Fucking Peacocks…
Purge yourselves
Of this imagined loneliness and Isolation
While I KEEP ABREAST THE FURY – for the
real Horror is already inside
So Purge yourselves
Purge yourselves
Purge yourselves
The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
DEATH IS IMMINENT
DEATH IS IMMANENT
I am you
In this palace of polystyrene…