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…