Page 11, plus sketchbook

New Page, plus poem

And heres a poem by Gottfried Benn that I think is beautiful

Man and Woman Go Through the Cancer Ward

The man:
Here in this row are wombs that have decayed,
and in this row are breasts that have decayed.
Bed beside stinking bed. Hourly the sisters change.

Come, quietly lift up this coverlet.
Look, this great mass of fat and ugly humors
was precious to a man once, and
meant ecstasy and home.

Come, now look at the scars upon this breast.
Do you feel the rosary of small soft knots?
Feel it, no fear. The flesh yields and is numb.

Here's one who bleeds as though from thirty bodies.
No one has so much blood.

They had to cut
a child from this one, from her cancerous womb.

They let them sleep. All day, all night. -They tell
the newcomers here sleep will make you well. -But Sundays
one rouses them a bit for visitors.-

They take a little nourishment. Their backs
are sore. You see the flies. Sometimes
the sisters wash them. As one washes benches.-

Here the grave rises up about each bed,
And flesh is leveled down the earth. The fire
burns out. And sap prepares to flow. Earth calls.-

Gottfried Benn
translated from the German by Babette Deutsch

Dolls, new page, sketchbook

These dolls are for sale. 30 dollars paypal to austin.robertson.english@gmail.com Just describe which one you want and give me your mailing address. 7 dollars for shipping. Or reserve one and Ill have it with me at MOCCA in New York. More to come, dolls wise.

Page with watercolor, acrylic, etc.

Still need to erase pencils and re-letter a bit.

Page with lots of zipatone plus more sketchbook

Sketchbook

They meet two people