Dog Rose








And-what-do-we-call-the-Mother-with-her-eyes-shut






True-form-of-the-night-of-time




Our-daily-life-creates-our-symbols




Wrenching-trees-from-the-roots


Sweeping-all-from-the-path






Accept-bravely-thine-own-darkenss




Swirl-up-the-mountain-waves-to-reach-the-pitchy-sky






Lovers-of-storm-and-stress


-Lovers-of-life-and-storm




As-the-ocean-through-an-empty-shell


No-question-of-fruits-no-question-of-action




To-scatter-all-with-lavish-hand






As-the-rose-blossoms-within-the-soul



And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless… Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.




Dog Rose

w/ Johanna Blank, Morgan Ritter, Iko & Matt Machado, Alice Fiorelli, Anton N. Halla,
6footstranger, Brayden van Meurs, Angelika Vardalou


Curated by Torre Alain, Valerie You, Leif Zhang and Anna Schwarz
Poem by Anna Akhmatova

With special thanks to Sri Mariamman Kovil