A Taste of [The Body Canvas]

  On day one, man came from the dust, saw himself in form,
without formation. On day two, he started imprisoning, oppressing and waging
war against his fellow men. The following day, the lineage that Prometheus
would become of discovered fire, and of Sada Abe, tool construction. On day
four, the marching orders were given, what warmed and prepared food,
brought arson into linguistics and tool construction was a more efficient,
effective way to reign murder over the opposed and conquered. It wasn’t until
this man with his knowledge and know-how of tool construction impaled
himself, was bit by the very flames he used to incinerate his enemies that gave
birth to the artist, when he used his own blood to paint upon the cave walls his
story of campaigns and discoveries. On day six, he watched in completed
amazement and astonishment all the ashes rising from behind the horizon, the
amount of mayhem and horror which could be harvested by his hands, and
with everyone in his wake dispersed, dispatched or cut down, he rested, gave
pause to his siege of all foreign, all unfamiliar, so that the earth could
replenish, the population could reproduce under occupation, forget its former
short-lived chiefdom, so when he wakes, he can return to the madness all
artist become accustom to in one way or another.

Dontrell Lovet't

from, [The Body Canvas]