[Transcript] Clementine von Radics – Patron Saint of Manic Depressives

for the way we work our broken fingers through the dirt
 'til we convince the good to grow there

Patron Saint of Manic Depressives
by Clementine von Radics

for Vincent van Gogh, Patron Saint of Psychotic Manic Depressives
often, I think of Vincent and the meat that once was his ear
how he gave it to a pretty girl that was not certain of his name
and then spent the night alone
trying not to bleed to death
and ever since my own diagnosis
some part of me is always alive
and inside that moment, and I picture
scared girl
the bleeding painter
the jagged flesh between them
and sometimes I am the girl
sometimes I am the dripping blood
but most often, I am the one offering up some unwanted mess of myself
and calling it a gift
on the worst days,
to be manic depressives is to stand on ground
that can’t promise to stay beneath you
it is to be both violence and victim
both the knife and flesh that welcomes it in and so often in these poems
in a lovers bed
in my mothers kitchen table
I offer up the truth of this illness
and watch the people I love, pull themselves away from me
I am chaos
I am a barely hidden bar fight
and I know exactly how many people believe
that makes me impossible to love
there are days I believe it too
I am in love with a good man
he sleeps beside me every night and every time he says he loves me
my first thought is: why?
can’t you see all the nicer people with fewer problems
my second thought is that: who else is gonna love me when he decides to stop
it is so easy to lose myself in the mess of this
to say I love you and mean only I’m sorry
but I try and think about Vincent van Gogh,
how his first teacher said only a mad man could paint like that
only in madness could you hold so much joy and grief in the same paintbrush
and in that thought, every drop of paints and blood joins in the same river
like every sunflower bursts like a star from Vincent’s wild heart
you know
art historians say his mania is the reason he saw the starry night skies swirl like that
his illness became his genius
which became his revelation
and thank the stars for that miracle
for the way we work our broken fingers through the dirt
’til we convince the good to grow there
I have spent countless nights grieving my own brain
but tonight, I sing of its brilliance
in the way that only I can
and thanks the stars for that
for this new joy
for this good blood
for the beauty I find in the river it takes to carry me there
and I swear
I will not apologize for what allows me to see the sky
not tonight
not ever again

Kim and Salome: ‘Silent Theft of Power’ [with Transcript]

A very cool way of looking beyond Kim Kardashian pop-culture glossy-magazine facade. Clementine von Radics trace the parallel between Kim and the biblical narrative associated to Salome’s Dancing of the Seven Veils. The tale tells how Salome, encouraged by her mother Herodias to make King Herod kill John the Baptist. Because John the Baptist criticized Herodias marriage to King Herod.

Would Kim’s tale be told centuries later in scrolls and paintings?

Kim Kardashian Redux by Clementine von Radics

Salome dances her dance of the seven veils.

The men all eye her like wolves on a hunt. “This beautiful thing.”
Finally undressing for them, finally they can see her exactly as they want to.

The first veil drops.

In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend released their sex tape against her will. Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame, uses the publicity to promote her own career.

Salome dances like a dream half remembered. Salome moves like a siren song and everyone aches for the hot sugar of her hip bones.

The second veil drops.

In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle and the whole world watches. If only all of us were successful in our revenge. If only all of us stood in the backs of those who betrayed us in our Louboutin heels. Serving the world we created for ourselves.

The third veil drops.

Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her. She presses her cloth tighter against her skin.
Her smile is a promise, she never intends to keep.
Salome shows her body, but never her eyes.

The forth veil drops.

The four things most recently tweeted about Kim Kardashian were:

@kimkardashian suck my dick
@kimkardashian can I meet Kanye?
@kimkardashian I love you, fuck me
@kimkardashian I love you, please love me

Women are told to keep their mouth shut.
Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Some women are kept quiet for so long they become experts in the silent theft of power.

The fifth veil drops.

Kim Kardashian made 12 million dollars last year.
Last night, uncountable men in their miserable jobs told their miserable friends how Kim was nothing but the dumb whore.
But Kim Kardashian will never even learn their names.

The sixth veil drops.

The seventh veil drops.

And Salome sat beside King Herod and he swore unto her,
“Whatsoever thou salt ask of me, I will give, unto the half of my kingdom.”

And Salome smiles, says,
“Bring me the head of John the Baptist, punish those who will hurt me.”