FANTASY OF LEISURE
Fantasy of leisure could be
Fathomlessness of cruelty
An appointment with the devil
The threshold that shall not be crossed
Writing always upside down
Enables me to forget all
The memories of my future lives
And the forclusion of my past
FRANTIC DISMAY OF A BULB
Frantic dismay of a bulb
Broken glass bleeding its light
Digs a deep hole in the ground
Where your shadow has been swallowed
To weave the texture of time
Is harder than it seems to be
To learn hatred as to survive
Is far harder than just to die
THE SANCTUARY ONCE PROFANED
The sanctuary once profaned
We stepped in on feetless legs
Watching the sky like a abyss
That nothing can deflect
I know I’m just a doll of bones
Carried around in a ragged bag
By a madman always busy
chewing away my empty mind
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Ivan de Monbrison is a person affected by strong psychic disorders that prevent him from having what others may call a ‘normal’ life. He has found writing to be an exit to this prison. Or maybe it is a window from which – like an inmate – he can see a small square of blue sky above his head. His writing often reflects the never-ending chaos within him, but contrary to this mental chaos, the paper and the pen give him the opportunity to materialize this in a concrete and visible form. Writing can feel like a slow death, but it’s better than mere suicide in the end.
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