Untitled (Red fiery heat the canvas ...)
Red hot to warm the canvas, and sublime
divide the overseas violent
that stands out,
compact, square
on lawns and rainy skies. The faded green
chases
reaching the end, notes
between river
remote horizons
compressed and quiescent.
Black Death that gripped the colors, by pressing them
tell triangles.
Everything melts,
under flaming shots,
of notes and thoughts
brushes, color
triumphs over form and subject.
E '
pure exaltation of my mind drunk.
Marco Agus Josto
(from his diary in December '95 - nov. '99)
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