A Day in the Exhibition

 21/07/19

I awake to realise

The clouds above

Reflect thoughts

Light, fast moving

In fractured puffs

I run and giggle

 

 

I go by the day

To notice tension

Amongst people

Amongst nations

Are the same

Daily interactions

Are the political

Tick to pole, only  

drawn arguments

Between two dying

Lovers sunsetting

behind a frontroom  

 

 

I return to bed

Become aware

If anything

Above all

Human life

Is symbolic

Of nature

Fractures

Distorted

Demystify  

Ultimate

Representing

Cosmic Mural

Pearled

Patterned

Permanent

 

 

In that case

I wonder

To sleep

Let go  

Hung-up ego

Admit a mess

Began as creation

Then dream

Of things

Less inspiring

Meaningful

More sensical   

Than this exhibition

It all exists within   

 

 

 

End Note: I spent three years studying Social Anthropology, trying to write of the inconsistent, invisible, and elusive traits of human life: class, identity, nation, collective effervescence. I realise now that my one set of eyes are not enough to grasp the extent of these terms. They exist and reveal themselves in moments – grand and specific – of course however, for now at least, I’d much rather accept this fact instead of attempt to capture them and complain.

For me, this writing was one of my first wonderings around the enormous exhibition of human life. For the first time in a long time, I took off my glasses and focused less about the many painted interpretations that hung on the wall. For yourself, it may be different. That is the beauty.