8/31/17 1:49 PM
"Since I Left You" - The Avalanches, 2000
This rusted sculpture of refuse meant something
Its bends and welds were created
and now in neglected fields it sits
Decaying
Like the rest of this place it was torn from the ground
and put in storage on display
I wonder if the artist knows
just how overlooked its display is
isn't that our ultimate destiny?
To be created molded and bent
only to find a place of rest
out of the way and out of mind
an artist's true gravestone is not a granite block
it is their creation
being thrown away creatively
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it's about a specific sculpture no one seems to care about
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Comments1
Hi Abora, I really like this poem and the message it delivers. The title drew me in. It's something my grandmother used to say " When I die just throw me over the garden fence" We cremated her though, I don't think the authorities would have been happy if we'd took her words seriously lol
Thanks for the kind words. Grandma seems like an interesting lady.
Be well.
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