Let me conclude with an extract from a poem by Pablo Neruda,
I’m Explaining a Few Things:
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood.
…
And you will ask: why doesn’t his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land.
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood in the streets! |
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A bleeding Toy from Childhood
An interactive T-34 tank Wood with an antique-like rusty steel interior, 2.9m x 2.39m x 6.2m MegARTstore, Heritage Museum, Hong Kong, 2006 All
Content © 2007 Amy Cheung |
