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The Art of the Insane- by Emily Fragos (from Little Savage)
Submitted by Joren on Thu, 6/7/2012, 4:07pm
The Art of the Insane
The good doctor Prinzhorn says it was the patent
that snapped me in two like a twig,
that shattered my lovely personality, so to speak.
I nod my heavy head.
Have you seen my machine, perpetually moving,
whirring, breathing? Made it out of cloth
and mud and dirt and spit and excrement.
Dear Diary: Dubuffet and Klee came last week
to copy my faces. Eager to meet me, touching
my creatures with their long, skinny fingers.
They smeared my orange chalk, calculating
what they could steal . . . And if anyone asks,
I am taking my pig Rafi for a walk.
With her hooves of long curls like a little girl's
mop, or Persian slippers, excellent for flying,
we are wind gone. We are kingdom come.
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