They brought a woman from the street And made her sit in the stalls By threats By bribes By flattery Obliging her to share a little of her life with actors
But I don't understand art
Sit still, they said
But I don't want to see sad things
Sit still, they said
And she listened to everything Understanding some things But not others Laughing rarely, and always without knowing why Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again, said
If that's art I think it is hard work It was beyond me So much beyond my actual life
But something troubled her Something gnawed her peace And she came a second time, armoured with friends
Sit still, she said
And again, she listened to everything This time understanding different things This time untroubled that some things Could not be understood Laughing rarely but now without shame Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again said
This is art, it is hard work And one friend said, too hard for me And the other said, if you will I will come again Because I found it hard I felt honoured
And so from now on, in my vigilant and eternal effort to be difficult, you shall be known to me by the new moniker (inspired by the periodic table's placement of 'Al'), "Atomic 13". It's a "Breaking Bad" thing...
..and there are even less people you can go BACK to Siberia with... looking forward immensely to another экскурсия in the wild East, whenever that may be... (as Rilke said, ten years is nothing)
And so from now on, in my vigilant and eternal effort to be difficult, you shall be known to me by the new moniker (inspired by the periodic table's placement of 'Al'), "Atomic 13". It's a "Breaking Bad" thing...
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..and there are even less people you can go BACK to Siberia with... looking forward immensely to another экскурсия in the wild East, whenever that may be... (as Rilke said, ten years is nothing)
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