For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
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Or remembering thinking: I used to have a favourite<br />
dish, but now <strong>the</strong>re’s a mosquito bite rising angrily between <strong>the</strong><br />
third and fourth knuckles of my right hand. And so, How did<br />
that happen?<br />
Or that you might begin by drawing a link between<br />
<strong>the</strong> distended tummy of an undernourished child and that protuberant<br />
bite. The mosquito here acting as a kind of intermediary<br />
of metaphor and context. A meta-topology of pregnancy<br />
in evidence here, also – <strong>the</strong> entry hole of <strong>the</strong> bite corresponding<br />
to <strong>the</strong> navel; <strong>the</strong> hungry belly <strong>the</strong> anaphylactic swelling,<br />
etc. Also, of course, <strong>the</strong> vaster, brute correspondents of famine,<br />
pestilence, etc. – <strong>the</strong> APOCALYPSE!, dawning in huge, ebbing<br />
clouds of dry desert horseflies, read tentatively as if a kind of<br />
occult smoke signal or a flock of Scandinavian starlings. The<br />
drone to drown out your pleas, perhaps. Or that single, angry,<br />
red eye of Jupiter, repulsing everything, sick to death of <strong>the</strong><br />
sight of everything. Fucking hell! – I use <strong>the</strong> hardback edition<br />
of ‘The Great Red Spot and O<strong>the</strong>r Vortices’ as a makeshift<br />
weapon whenever required.<br />
Or those phenomenally black plumes of smoke that<br />
suffuse <strong>the</strong> news – SUFFUSE everything. At night, I can’t even<br />
see you.<br />
Black smoke e<strong>man</strong>ating from some genuine tragedy –<br />
a terrible fissure in <strong>the</strong> rock. Later, a sandwich board near <strong>the</strong><br />
site of mourning declares: ‘The Gestation of a Cosmic Maggot!’<br />
on one side – and simply, ‘OUT’ on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. That easy, pub<br />
pseudo-longhand – chalk pens with plenty of comic outline.<br />
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