Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The Anonymous Artist (6)
The anonymous artist had forgotten the syllables that conjured her name. The companeros addressed her with the definition of wise protection. Within minutes she had earned the adornment of loyalty - a title bestowed on her by the intellectual exile. This was the moment to eliminate the malignant shadows that traipsed around her from the distorted years spent at a mendacious institution. Language on the fictitious island stammered, bludgeoned with the unnatural burden of deception. The eloquent echo that seeped back to the anonymous artist was the extension of a triumphant revolution that did not wallow in suspicion, but asserted its unity with metaphors, as the fictitious island wallowed in a bloodbath that remained invisible to the masses that forfeited their freedom of thought.