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Rage

Rage is a collection of art and words made during times of overwhelm, sensory overload, rage or stress.

These words hardly get published or printed elsewhere - or at least, they’re never commissioned. We want to change that but we also want to change the way we address it. We want to curate words in the same way art is curated. We curate the words as if they are stand alone pieces and do not edit the texts.

We invite visitors to experience and regard each piece as not only a text to be read, but a text to be considered, observed, seen and heard. An identity that requires attention even if you do not necessarily agree, be open to the possibility of listening to and sharing space with their truth.

Artists don’t want to be an inspiration, a hero or champion. They want to have access to the arts without “their access” being a major part of the journey.

Magical Women’s focus is on curating art and words so they might be shared with wider and more diverse audiences.

This government has only brought pain // Debi Gregory

I am heart sick with anger and bitterness.

I see children kicking people while they're down, their anger the only emotion they understand and can therefore control. 

I see parents so apathetic and numb to poverty and forced depression that schools are left to raise children devoid of hope and understanding. 

I see teenagers, children, delight in causing pain because pain is the only friend they have. 

I see grandparents, great grandparents, look on in despair as their hopes, dreams and hard work goes up in smoke.

 I see the media fanning the flames of desperation, consternation, a devoid nation.

I see a nation devoid of hope, of empathy, of understanding, of dreams beyond their means that make sense in a world that isn't built in Hollywood.

 I see a government with their strings, a spider sitting in her web, filling her lines with fat cats and desperately struggling worker bees. 

I see her filling herself and I see the overflowing corpses fall from her nest of destruction while she lures more in with venomous smiles and twitches and gestures.

 I see people who should be proud, people who are the spine in this skeletal, dystopian sweat shop.

I see people who don't know their worth and louder people undervaluing them until they believe their worth is only worth the price of another's dignity.

 

I see destruction.

Photograph by Aaron Thomas

Photograph by Aaron Thomas

 

I see despair.

 

I see bitterness and desolation. 

 

I see eyes pointed towards me and feet pointing away.

 

I see cherub faces smiling while dimpled hands are shaking.

 

I see spongy minds conferring with the shiny shouting screens.

 

I see the eyes filling slowly as the hope loses focus.

 

I see the eyes close tightly against the next step.

 

I see the next step taken, the step I can't stop.

 

I see the door closing tightly on the future I can't block.

Photograph taken by Clem. O.

Photograph taken by Clem. O.

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