The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Thursday, 10 May 2012

I am a septic tank filled with sceptic thoughts.
A junkyard dolly made of china in world filled with plastic.
I see the spit filled, shit mired world and realise it is not the planet that is the problem.
Industry rolls on with commerce fuelling its engines.
Education is harnessed to the wheel so to produce more cogs to grind.
In a world overabundant with auditory and visual impressions we chase the sound of cash.
Gone are the artisan and the apprentice.
The tradesman harries the wary who spread their excel sheets.
It is the kingdom of the admin dependent, anal retentive executive.


CHM -Cristina Homem de Mello said...

Not all of them are gone. You are an artisan I am an apprentice and in the future they will be more again
So nice to see you around

TICTAC said...

great words and image...nice to see you back CJ!

jbkrost said...

Yes not only an artist.....But a wordsmith to boot!!

jbkrost said...

Hey!! good to see you back here!!!

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

CHM>>>Aritisans and apprentices together then!

TICTAC>>>Good to be back if only for a short while.

Aaron Held said...

dark/gritty words, with a very grotesque looking image... awesome post cj