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pigeon

travelling between places

incomplete & maybe staying that way

egret

drum

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structures

on a whim

in one of my recent moments of chronic procrastination I found myself on Rita Hayworth’s wikipedia page. It was a whim brought on after seeing footage of her dancing

Rita learnt her likeness had been daubed on the side of the ‘able bomb’ (a nuclear device), nicknamed ‘Gilda’ and tested — detonated — on the Bikini Atoll, a place of great natural beauty, a coral reef; in 1946. She threw a fit when she heard. She was angry – she was often angry – life is frustrating. Orson Welles observed that this drove her into a terrifying temper far beyond what was usual for her. And I can only imagine how ‘it’, this gesture, must have impressed itself upon her. Her professional form, her body & her artistry, an image both her and not her, an extra uncontrollable persona, another shadow; salaciously grafted to nuclear destruction

I wonder – & my head hurts at the levels of quite crass irony to this – whether Rita saw herself being dragged into a broader — into an even more cynical and grotesque myth making form than even Hollywood was capable. Stories of world making and unmaking that really, in actuality, are just compulsive sordid territorial pissing, but territorial pissing that has