Person-
the knife enters, cleaving the one
opening an emptiness, emptying a fullness
Person looks for her.
" Where are you? Where have you gone?"
" I am not the one who did the leaving."
As the earth of man reseeds
from the waters, furthering the
desert, sapping the body
salt relieving the void, mirages emptying into thought
children echo the return of the mother/father.
The first word born of their becoming,
here I am, this is my cypher.
Opening to the sky, fill me
I am yours, beloved...
.................................
When I was three my mother went away
to the hospital. She had cancer,
a lump in her breast. The doctors
cut it out, removing her breast
to the bone.
One half of the universe dissolves
the son is alone with the father
Silence becomes enthroned in time, which is separation.
Desperation,
the chick calls out, randomly dialing numbers
until one connects, the signal holds
ringing fills the ears, further into the desert, dive...
An answer, 'yes, hello.'
Person asks, 'Do you know where my mother is?'
You are
all dead
Do you here me?
You’re already dead!
This is not life!
This is not life!
Ring around
the rosie
Pockets full of puss
Ashes
Ashes
We all fall down
Person
Person
You are a walking corpse
Shit and rotting blood of maggots
Piled high
Caricature of life
My lips
Brake
All is silent
I has wandered
No thing
No where
No shelter
No sky
No mountain
No valley
No skin
No flesh
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
You’re already Fucking Dead!
Time is up,
Mother Fucker!
She is crying.
Duck and cover!
Game over!
Time has ended
With an open mouth and an open ass
Screaming into the void
My sex crawls beneath the night
Enveloped in the boiling of the sky
Tuberous snouts probing
A cankered earth
Extracting poisons
Time honored
Tongues
Canceling the void
Silence scattered
Between cries
The radioactivity
of my sex
Emits nightly
Half-life
All death
I cannot help
But to…
Everything
is upside down
Somewhere between
The heart
And the mind
Something went wrong
I saw you in
my dream
you were the earth
white... glowing...
heat and wetness
the universe in revolutions
about you spinning
Stricken but not broken
alone in the void between worlds
I have nothing to give
but my self
In kisses
voluptuous
sweet
wet
and the warmth of my body
Bio
Mr Pickerill is a poet and multi media performance artist. Since 1997
he has been developing the Omen Project an ongoing series of performances,
photography, video and installations. This project was inspired by the
themes in the Iliad and the Odyssey, and Romeo and Juliet; the primacy
of personal love over societal conflict and control. Mr Pickerill lives
and works in Brooklyn NY.
Statement
My artwork is a response and witness to the wars and violence of mankind.
Fundamental to my work is my belief that we are essentially schizophrenic
as a culture. In general the culture at large has seen itself as being
separate from nature, even superior, separate from 'God' and thus inferior.
As in the Iliad, the Odyssey and Romeo and Juliet the cultural arbiters
have posited that man and specifically men are the lords of the earth
with the rights of profit that this supposed ownership affords. Murder
and theft are deemed the rights of power held by a few who see the rest
as 'others' devoid of rights or sovereignty. Love is the folly of youth
and subservient to power and the family/culture. In both this leads
only to tragedy and loss of life. The destruction meted on others ultimately
brings tragedy back on the houses of these lords of power. The only
way out is for the hero to humble himself (king becomes 'no one,' Nemo,
thus all) before nature/god and return to the one he himself truly loves.
