A Civilization of Blood
A short poem on pain, bleeding, empathy, and force.
Read the stitched line. Then unfasten the image.
Poem & studio photograph
BODY / PAIN / FORCE
Waiting · performance-installation study · the artist beneath the knotted tree.
My period
is my Achilles’ heel.
Truly:
without it,
I would already have built a communist society.
Women are born into pain.
We do not need war
in order to bleed,
in order to feel with others.
What looks like the most vulnerable feeling,
pain,
also holds enormous force.
What is civilisation?