Rothko On A Motherless Night The hollow womb of the universe Pitch black throw back The bitumen graveyard starless Where? Why? Who am I? Help me The tin can witch holds her whip flogging, lashing, whisking the sodium aluminum silicate until the tone is short and buttery Jump, stark naked, through the stone circle Where the wind meets the see the noose ends, free Will it be me, born again? Help me Blanka Pesja Blanka Pesja is a poet and and a painter who designs art education. She teaches pop musicians at the Conservatoire about art, language and image. She produces experimental albums with her DarkEnsemble and promotes a feminist support group of young talented women. She lives north of Amsterdam (The Netherlands) with a cat that seems to hate her.
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