“How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.”
– Sigmund Freud
XIX. For Francis Picabia
The powerhouse in ruins,
he wrote his name in blood.
What could be done about those
self-important voices in his head?
“Mon sang est un chemin de fer…!”
His heart pounding,
he broke the fuses & the gauge.
He was silent all the way back.
Would they ever believe him?
Hans Richter – Filmstudie (1926)
Peter Bies © 2013