(visit here for Part I: Genesis Journals // August 2018)
lies, lies, the cat that holds the secret doll.
the egg from the magic ship.
it is the question that destroys lovers.
love is not a victory march—
it’s a cold and it’s breaking hallelujah
from a creaking and stoned
the cat lies and spreads its wings
as the angel loses her rhythm
remaining stoic in prayer. she’s never done this before.
neither have they.
the dark cat. the red cat. one of which
holding a sea of glisters in a lantern.
one of which must decide.
one is deciding but had never
decided, and one too weak
and frightened to understand the
consequence of the decision.
the red cat runs and hides.
the black cat chews off his tail.
the two of whom,
soulmating, and strung out on the next,
live eternal summers dreaming and understanding
grief is the more constant parable in life.
the treasure of their lost world must be reconciled.
they have this perfect love between them that
just as perfectly has been distorted and digested
by time’s ugly perpendicular wind.
the grandfather chime and its wind.
but where could love vacate?—so fruitful and misplaced.
how could it be so… frigid,
so crippled beside itself?
this world, too strange—too greatly so.
just enough beyond the curb to recognize the chaos
slipping through the periodical vortex.
the silent admission of nature.
when you ask for things, they never come
as the things you ask for.
the emotion of them like roadkill, anthropomorphic—
the queen is angered and relentless.
she sends the hive on a chase.
honey is lost.
honey was lost.
honey was always lost.
i tell the same story over and over, hoping
by mere will it will change our reality.
it never does—but this never stops us.
nothing ever could. i wouldn’t allow it…
to get the best of us. the best of her.
that wheelchair—her brine. her liquor cabinet. her final prayer.
we will go on living and fumble until the unpeeled-out end.
this cruel clock.
such a beautiful ship.
this master, in control of nothing—
we will end up somewhere.
profound. unusual and beyond recognition.
searching for something
we’ve already had.
searching for someone
we’ve already met.
for each other.
by LORIN DREXLER
Anne Bachelier is a French artist born in 1979. She graduated from the School of Fine Arts of La Seyne Sur Mer. She first worked for Dassault, designing decorations for Falcon airplanes. Very early, she decided to pursue a career as a professional artist, quickly becoming internationally renowned. Her work is present in prestigious galleries worldwide as well as in renowned group exhibitions. Crossing the doors of the imagination and discovering a dreamlike world inhabited by fantastic creatures in magic and surprising realms that remind us of those fairy tales that made us dream so much when we were children, Anne Bachelier works on metamorphoses and chimeras, depicted in scenes often inspired by the medieval world with singular beings bathed by a marvelous and cathartic light. The whole composition is done with great finesse and a perfect mastery of the techniques. Her work has been exhibited in several private and collective exhibitions in Lyon, Brussels, and Paris.
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