Resolution of Traits exhibition text by Estelle Hoy L'ahah, Paris 25.01 - 28.03.20

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We met and I heard electricity The pulse of mumuration Me, a groupie with coloured skin and slanted eyes, You with smudged charcoal around yours Standing in odd postures Ugly women who seem beautiful The decaying corpse of Marx Miserable genius Those beautiful clichés I, the mortician preparing the dead Anaemic girls playing snakes and ladders With my heart Making nothing out of something How long with you cry for when I'm dead? I’m trying to go south, you said. Taking the psychological angle. My internal migratory compass awry, sea border on the horizon  But you were digging down, through earth, tyres squealing Down south, she’d find north, Undulating starlings Across skies

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