DENIAL IS NOT A RIVER IN EGYPT

DENIAL IS NOT A RIVER IN EGYPT.
(RUBRIQUE SOLILOQUIE FARAH'ESQUE)

TEXT SAMIA FARAH .

I HAVE STARTED MY ARTISTIC CARRIER AS A MUSICIAN AND A VISUAL ARTIST , I AM BOLD TALL AND CAN BE FUNNY AS HELL...

I GREW UP IN FRANCE … FRANCE WAS NOT REALLY A COUNTRY FOR WILD HORSES LIKE ME!

I 'VE REALIZED IT WHEN SOMETHING TOOK PLACE AND THIS ''SOMETHING' HAPPENED TO BE A VIVID PROTUBERANCE THAT STARTED TO STAND OUT INSIDE, I SURELY CAN SAY NOW THAT 'THIS'' GREW VIOLENTLY , A KIND OF BULB LIGHT THAT ENLIGHTENED SOME PARTS OF ME AS IF I WAS A MAP GLOWING IN THE DARK . IT TOOK ME TIMES TO SEE WHO I REALLY WAS.

-I STARTED TO EXPLORE OTHERS SPIDERS WEB TO BE ABLE TO SEE MY SELF .

A KOMODO DRAGON .

TO TRAVEL , ONE NEEDS A COMPASS TO LOSE IT'S WAY, A BOAT OF POETRY ,A TRAIN WRECK , A BOOK TO WRITE BETWEEN THE WORLD, A SONG FROM JAPAN AIR LINES,A COOKING RECIPE WITH A MATHEMATICAL METHODOLOGY, A PERFUME THAT SMELLS LIKE SMOKED WOODOO ,THE MAGICIAN CARD FLIPPED ABOVE THE HEAD , THE TRUTH TELLER THAT EVERYONE SHOULD WEAR AS A SECOND SKIN ,A GODZILLA COSTUME HANGED FROM A WINDOW ABOVE A BATHTUB , A RED SPARROW LIPSTICK MADE IN KOREA, HIGH HEELS TO CLIMB THE RIGHT MOUNTAIN...

MY COLOURFUL POMPOMS AND BELLS EJECT THEIR ENIGMATIC ENERGIES IN THE FACE OF THE COWARDS, OF THE UNFAIR OF THIS FRENCH SOCIETY WHERE OLD GREASY MERCHANT MEN AND THEIR SONS ,ROTTEN WITH THEIR Breath, SMELLS
OF BAD LUCK THE ALLEY WAY OF ALL HOPES..

LIFE WAS DIFFICULT OUT THERE FOR LOST WARRIORS AND ANGRY APES.

• DO YOU EVER KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WISHED TO SPIT ON THEIR FACES? HOW MANY TIMES I HATED TO BE BLOCKED IN THE CORNER OF LIFE BECAUSE OF THEIR IGNORANCE THE VILE SENTIMENTS OF THEIR SUPERIORITY COMPLEX ... THE IGNORANCE OF THE IGNORANCE.

I WAS HAUNTED.

IT KEPT ME SAFE , IN GUARD LIKE A SOLDIER ,

I WAS A LIVING ANATOMICAL CUT

I POURED EXTRACT OF  FIREWORKS COLORS ON MY WOUNDS .

-SUTURE THREAD LOOMED IN MY ART

I WAS MORE THAN A STRANGER ,I WAS A STRANGER FOR THE STRANGE

AN EXCLAMATION MARK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.

I COULDN'T FIT IN OR I DIDN'T WANT TO?

MY ART GROUNDED ME .

TEXT SAMIA FARAH .COPYRIGHT RESERVED.2019

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