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THE ARRIVAL OF ENIGMA The square dressed itself in moonlight as if it were on its way to a fancy dress ball as one of de Chirico's masterpieces. The puppets after an inspired performance lay tangled together in a box on the bridge. They waited as their world was dismantled and their stage sets stacked neatly against a wall. A glass eye winked but didn't think the human saw. But the human saw. Or was it just the moon? The moon played hide and seek behind a cloud. The puppets chattered amongst themselves untangling each other as they planned their escape. But before anything could come of this they were tossed carelessly into a case that snapped shut with sudden finality. They were carried away into the early hours of the morning. The rebellion of wood had been scotched. We used the left over de Chirico as a scene to stage a kiss as if we had been painted into place ourselves. "The Arrival of Enigma" or some such title scrawled in litter below our feet.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
THE ARRIVAL OF ENIGMA
THE ARRIVAL OF ENIGMA The square dressed itself in moonlight as if it were on its way to a fancy dress ball as one of de Chirico's masterpieces. The puppets after an inspired performance lay tangled together in a box on the bridge. They waited as their world was dismantled and their stage sets stacked neatly against a wall. A glass eye winked but didn't think the human saw. But the human saw. Or was it just the moon? The moon played hide and seek behind a cloud. The puppets chattered amongst themselves untangling each other as they planned their escape. But before anything could come of this they were tossed carelessly into a case that snapped shut with sudden finality. They were carried away into the early hours of the morning. The rebellion of wood had been scotched. We used the left over de Chirico as a scene to stage a kiss as if we had been painted into place ourselves. "The Arrival of Enigma" or some such title scrawled in litter below our feet.
donall-dempsey
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
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