Implacable Art
Mendelssohn, Anna
Excerpt from the book: "Europa" a little insight no great light, somewhere circulating, sorrow helps and trust in human compassion. What does not help is the piling up of pretence and incapacity for self-effacement. Although, even when one's face has been effaced the light being false of face to the true one. Her beans and spikes wring out a handsome man. The door flings open your mysteries, pounding into powder take wing. Words pit each other...
