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Poem by Lois Marie Harrod

"Mischief" © Thomas Riesner

“Mischief” © Thomas Riesner

 

A Kettle of Fists

Suddenly I saw my sister kettling with the vultures
in the cold heaven, a black spoon stirring
the birds of death, blue broth swirling with their wings
as Chagall might have spun them through the sky
and I remembered how my sister suspended her baby girl
in a basket twirling from the ceiling in that ramshackle tilt
and how her baby’s hands were tucked into cold blue fists.
My sister always says she does not like children. My sister says
she did not want those damn kids. I do not think I can
tell more of this story.

 

Lois Marie Harrod is over 28, 400 days old and have spent many of those days writing and teaching, which in retrospect seems rather odd.

Thomas Riesner: “I was born in Leipzig,Germany in 1971 and I still live here today. Already in elementary school I often painted “abstract” instead of the given concrete drawing. I later retained this style or changed it to “abstract figuration ” I painted a lot at home, always without professional guidance. I didn’t have any specific role models. When I start a picture, I only have a certain idea, but often something completely different emerges. I would describe myself as an outsiderart artist.”

 

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