CLOAK/3.2Cloak is prescribed for grief, the stubborn dry heaving of a wounded heart:
from marble shrouds released the rare twinned pairs of impulse and ability to draw. |
It's like what I see makes it easy to make it. Cloak, reproduction through cloning, the artist as host cell. |
Under Cloak, they have no desires for themselves. The forms speak through them, their every waking thought a shaping, a delineation of some imperious formthey serve, without feelings of loyalty, attachment, fanaticism, without feelings, only fixations upon what they need to make the thing whose making is being dictated to them. | And what they need they must have immediatelyit can be a pen, a paint color, a stone someone else is already working, it can be knowledge, a technique, they can need to see something, say see the arm they need. They'll break down the doors of a museum to see a painting and then leave through the broken door, not always empty handed. Nothing is safe. |