Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Leaves of Hypnos

These dark days of gloom, that breeds despair.
I bought nine antique, handmade, scissors from a man in India.
Forged violence.
To paint.
A quiet manufacturer of things cut in half.

"Hypnos seized the winter and dressed it
In granite. The winter turned into sleep
And Hypnos became fire. What followed
Belongs to men."

Rene Char

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