Life has a way of winning, twenty three twenty nine, & Don't tell me to stop mythologizing myself by Eliana Gray
Life has a way of winning
Transcript:
Like an elegant bachelor
with too much time on their hands
Like a grand inheritance
of your grandmother’s costume jewellery
Like a long overdue party
that no one wants to attend
It’s the stale birthday cake
of the dessert buffet and
everybody
gets
a
slice
It’s a free
For all
It’s rotten
It’s fruits
Of your labour
It’s your body
It’s gonna be
Ok
twenty three twenty nine
Transcript:
0.
we are covered in a similar texture every upturned pulse rewarding my assumptions
1.
make love in the water and call it fucking
2
our bodies have become metaphors we fail to understand
3
if fingers were made of boxes it would be even more difficult to kiss your box lips
4
the moon is too far away to pull down or shoot or beg
5
reproduction furniture is not romantic
6
the shape in your lungs allow a little too much room to feel tailor made
7
everything sounds like rats in the walls gaps I can’t see and holes six years deep
8
I want to see the colour drip from enormous paintings of boring people engaged in menial tasks
Don’t tell me to stop mythologizing myself
Transcript:
I don’t even know what that word means
Written sloppily in the margins of
some
bad
feeling
Lost to a memory ripe with
Weed holes scrapes and burns
Is this all we get?
Quaint lifetime
of disappointment?
Stretched out mornings
and the
Quiet, quiet feeling
Of I
hate
this
The endless parade of myself
Building floats from scratch with
Blood, ingrown hairs and my
undesirable
attributes
I feel I’ve made a sham of my body
Oh, this temple is bankrupt!
This temple is empty!
I’m trying to tell you, can’t you hear
I’m trying to tell you I hate this?
Executive Producers
Daniel Henson
Sue White
Karolina Ristevski
