Me. JB.
Some days ago a friend showed me her new work, about which I think I’ll must say something later, because in my opinion it’s her best art installation. However, I cannot agree with the specific meaning of her work, that she comes up positive, outlining a freedom as absence of ties, that is a freedom that does not exist. I am exactly sure of the opposite: love is relationship, link and tie with another and, above all, with Another. Withouth love any freedom cannot exist.
So, thinking of me, thinking about why this current world is so strange and inhumane and confused, remembering the Dostoevskji Demons, I wrote this stuff.
(…) There’s no road in sight, so help me;
What to do?… We’ve lost our way.
It’s the demon that has got us
And is leading us astray. (…)
from Aleksandr Puskin’s poem Demons
I see Demons in this my old world,
looking for Beauty and Good to destroy,
hunting faiths to corrupt into schemes
useful to justify wars and rapes
I see Demons in people I meet
on the roads, in the parks, where I go
to find peace or to work or to be
alone to free my mind toward skies
I see Demons into my odd mind.
My thoughts fly as black bats in the night
hidden, dark and they twist my weak soul
leading me where I don’t want to be
I’m a Demon when watch at myself
without memory of what really I’m:
need of each thing, unable to love,
bad and sinful. Oh God take me soon
October, 23th 2022
Using other words, other images and another language, here i shared samething really similar.