About the artist Kazimir Malevich.


White On White

Never see me white on white
Your despondence my delight
I hide behind a brighter light
I curse all shadows of the night
Black and white is pure of form
Primordial from coming dawn
Though my work cursed and torn
In museum storage so withdrawn
Seed was sewn as kerneled corn
I charge all spiritual art be born




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Written on 2016-12-20 at 13:19

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Sameen
That last line is so powerful damn.

"I charge all spiritual art be born"

haha I love it
2016-12-21