Moral Perfection needs to be precise:
Each piece
requiring of its creator,
an ounce of blood.
Trash and imitations
are made of sweat.
I want not;
what oozes so freely
from your glands,
needing mere effort.
Give crimson!
Strike a knife
across your flesh…
Bleed!
Take solace,
for your form is incompatible
with the sciences.
Spume me not logic;
for art requires
one’s impetus passion.
-Magic Israel
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Moral Perfection needs to be precise:
Each piece
requiring of its creator,
an ounce of blood.
Trash and imitations
are made of sweat.
I want not;
what oozes so freely
from your glands,
needing mere effort.
Give crimson!
Strike a knife
across your flesh…
Bleed!
Take solace,
for your form is incompatible
with the sciences.
Spume me not logic;
for art requires
one’s impetus passion.
-Magic Israel