Che, Still Young
A poem voiced through impossible idealism, image, smoke, and youth that does not age.
Read the stitched line. Then unfasten the image.
Poem & studio photograph
ASH / IMAGE / THE FOREVER YOUNG
Look On My Works — cigar-ash study, 2025 · process photograph from the artist’s studio records.
I saw Che Guevara light a cigar
and say:
I will liberate South America.
I would call him a sexy version of Buddha.
I fantasise about lighting a cigarette for him,
sleeping in a T-shirt printed with his face.
For the kind of man one can no longer love,
this is all there is to do.
The person who is gone forever
is always young.
His impossible idealism,
his face that has never aged:
we can still feel them.