See below for images documenting my drawing installation for the library at UCS, Ipswich. The drawings are of two poems I've written, the first is inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy, the poem is titled; 0486285154 after the ISBN number of the book, click here to read the poem. The second poem is inspired by Franz Kafka's The Zürau Aphorisms, the poem is titled; 1846550092 after the ISBN number of the book, click here to read the poem.
0486285154
Emily
Godden (Audit Chaos)
Drawing
– Biro on paper
2014
In
order to keep a distance I picture the moment,
We
shall do a great deal once we run parallel
The
metaphysical miracle as separate worlds of dreams.
The
appearance speaks to us, but when this dream
Is
most intense, this reality in which we live
Must
include that delicate boundary in measured restraint.
Impulses
are satisfied, to say nothing of the phenomena
May
wring sounds of agony, the annihilation of the veil-
Discouraged
and disappointed there is nothing here.
How
could they have endured existence? A perfect
World?
We do not consider the question of reality.
An
appearance of appearance is the counter appearance.
Invisible
to those wrapped in floating sublime gestures
Running
through the entire chromatic scale of passions
I
have removed blissful peace into the stress of desire.
I
do not think I am unreasonable, in reality we must realize
There
is no longer any use in comfort in impregnable barriers.
We
must always remember a purely passive attitude.
Counterfeit
passions and masked words exhibit a happy state
The
invisible chorus yielded to their demands, let us think-
We
must first ask ourselves, who cares? Wait till it happens.
Amid
this flux of phenomena a comfort tears us in view,
We
are detained by the question, the ordinary essence.
It
has been shaken by the fear of its own conclusions.
They
could abandon themselves in a true abstract.
1846550092
Emily
Godden (Audit Chaos)
Drawing
– Biro on paper
2014
The
true path is long, all human errors
Stem
from impatience; from paradise.
There
is no more turning back -
As
yet nothing has happened, forcing
The
true explanation, you would be wrong.
I've
never been here, it keeps happening,
It
can be calculated- flung a distance.
There
are innumerable hiding places,
The
positive is already within us.
Not
knowing is the fantasy...
An
answer to my question I asked,
They
were offered the choice, belief
In
progress, in the constructed world.
Everything
is deception, a question -
We
are living in a false belief, test yourself.
No
one can be satisfied understanding alone,
Perhaps
withdrawal is suffering the void.
You
wouldn't be able to look it claimed,
Don't
wait, the whole world will be unmasked.
- It will writhe
in ecstasy.
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