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| by Ben Adams |
| Francis Bacon is under siege dug in flecked with dirt and gore in a front-line trench somewhere taking sips of Dutch courage from a pockmarked flask while Hume downs Chivas Regal and Descartes is eating sour cheese, lighting cigarettes trying to ignore the endless waves of those who live and die blind, who give themselves to these bullets who throw themselves on bayonets only to know what it feels like to believe in money god sex football something, anything to keep the clocks ticking over the trains running on time to keep the heart-mind-thinkers running scared, on the back foot, dug in hard... so Ludwig plays the moonlight as dawn breaks and Voltaire man's the rusty machine gun as wave after rolling wave they come, determined martyrs to the ignorant certainty of utter fabrication. |
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| April 2012 |
| 137 |