A Prophecy

the old systems are being destroyed
right in front of our eyes-
refrain from shielding your sight…

we exist within the hidden nature
of a heedless epoch.
a severance of our accepted
deference toward divinity.

our examination of
behavioral traits
stretches decades.
was it all part of the plan?
we participated, subscribed, and invested wholly
in the disruption of the anticipated outcome.

perhaps, the convincing argument
articulates a recollection,
not an institutional
creationism that
may protect the possible
consideration of the
work.

the evidence is everywhere.
a collation of failed firewalls,
as reckless malware
creates a composite portfolio
of corruption.

is the mirror image an exercise of divisive involvement?

we are being asked to
define formality.
a curious reclamation
of a previous reality.

The Balance of Power

The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

 

a new photo narrative featuring Model: Jane Alice
as my LIBRA
for the new series: Personal Universe, an astrological study starring the model stable of Michelle Gemma (2017-2018)
Photograph by Michelle  Gemma
27 July 2018
Stonington Boro, CT  USA
Full Moon Lunar Eclipse

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featuring the Poem:
Edge      by      SYLVIA PLATH

 

 

 

 

“I’ll Make You Forget”

“Ooops alright
I’ll come over
And pour myself over you”
“Jars of fun!
Exciting stories
I’ll make you forget”
“Tickle you a little bit
Seduce out your good temper”
“I’ll shine all over”
“I’ll cook my best dish for you”
“But then it’s my turn
I want all your adoration”
“Dog, I own you
Sit down fool”
“You own me”
“I’m yours
I’m the sun”
“I’ll shine all over you”
“Grab the rays
Sugar”
“I’ll make you forget”
“I’ll make you for-get”

“I’ll Make You Forget”
a photo narrative featuring Model: Caroline Walz
Photographs by Michelle Gemma
11 October 2016
House of 1833
Old Mystic, CT  USA

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inspired by the song “Ooops” by 808 State, 1991.
Songwriters: Martin Price / Andrew Edward Barker / Darren Alan Partington / Graham Vernon Massey / Björk Gudmundsdottir
Ooops lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management US, LLC

“Return From The Sea”

The Captain has been on a long sea voyage to find his fortune, having left behind his beloved.
He has anxiously awaited his return home.
He knows that his beloved has paced away many nights at the Mansion up in the Widows Walk, craning a look through the telescope: hoping to see a ship , any ship, any movement.
Movement is life.
The sea has movement but it can betray the visible truth because there is so much movement in the sea.
The sea waves back at you, is hopeful.
The Captain has arrived at the Mansion.
He enters each room and looks around.
Then he walks upstairs to get a better look. The Widows Walk has the best view. Plus there is a telescope: he will find her…

“Return From The Sea”
a new photo narrative starring Writer: Royal Young
Text and Photographs by Michelle Gemma
25 June 2018
Spicer Mansion
15 Elm Street, Mystic, CT  USA

“you all forgot black grape”

Wilson was a Cambridge-educated intellectual, trade unionist, Situationist, Granada TV star and post-punk record-label co-founder.

Ryder was a street urchin singer and songwriter with an appetite for drugs so ferocious he once infamously sold his clothes to buy crack (he’s now several years clean).

Despite both hailing from Salford, the two should probably never have crossed paths, much less worked together and formed a deep and long-lasting bond which once saw Wilson describe Ryder’s slice-of-life, vernacular-heavy lyrics as being “on a par with WB Yeats”.

— Malcolm Jack

It’ll End In Tears

Kangaroo
Song To The Siren
Holocaust
FYT
Fond Affections
The Last Day
Another Day
Waves Become Wings
Barramondi
Dreams Made Flesh
Not Me
A Single Wish

 

It’ll End in Tears is the first album released by 4AD collective This Mortal Coil, an umbrella title for a loose grouping of guest musicians and vocalists brought together by label boss Ivo Watts-Russell. The twelve tracks of the album are illustrated here, in proper order.

featuring Model: Emma Rocherolle
all Photographs by Michelle Gemma
Spicer Mansion, Mystic, CT  USA

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