Julie Goldsmith returns to The Crypt Gallery FUNBAR showcase London August 22nd 2019
In a crypt of spectres and shades
Julie Goldsmith’s plated light reconfigures,
As if summoned from darkness
Her guardians of death
Court the stone.
While it is still dusk outside
The taint of night hits each surface,
As if the ceramic and dreamscape
Were there to make the light itself
A new Christopher Marlowe weeps
The same dusk or dawn,
With a trail of blood
On his surface,
Edgar Allan Poe shows attendance
Observed by the nightmare
Along with the nacht placed above.
The images circle the eye,
Portals to a world through the brickwork,
With the last of the moon rolled across them
Along with the sacrifice
Sliced from love.
The prized sheen on show
That was Angela carter’s world is now Herzog’s
As the each Nosferatu bears witness
To the hidden realms on display.
The Goldsmithery shines
As the surrounding night achieves congress,
Where these spirits meet to share shadow
And to renegotiate the heart’s play.
Goldsmith’s actors line up;
Wounds on the wall sparked by silence.
Their communications are distant
But place your ear to their gaze
And they’ll speak
Talking in tongues
Twisted and torn by the forest,
Darkly sainted, undaunted
By weather and will, cold and heat.
This is the place the real warps,
Where hurt is healed and finds partner,
This is the start and the ending
Of the ruined boy and lost girl:
In this Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition Exhibit
These starred plates and places
Become spiked affection
And kisses to calm
A scarred world.
FUBAR Exhibition curated by the FUBAR Collective runs until Aug 27
at the Crypt Gallery, St Pancras New Church, Euston Road, London NW1 2BA
David Erdos August 22nd 2019
Photos Ruth Ward