Nicholas Juett : 21
Vacant Mankind
1993
oil on canvas
68 x 54 inches
‘Till Human Voices Wake Us
By Tracy Bredow
1992
You know who you are.
Whispers resonate;
you are the daughters of your future
and the mothers of our fathers.
Whispers resist.
You know who you are.
Your body, the media’s vessel rented
for the political circus
religion and law under the big top.
A medieval fiasco where gender is tragic,
decisions about rolling heads made old Prufrock
leading the jeering crowds into hysteria.
You know who you are.
Bruising the face of femininity
the right to choose dangling from the vote of man.
Stealing the right not to bare his children
embracing the sacred boundaries
with love and fear and pain;
to prepare a face. He will not be there
to murder and create
You know who you are.
To have or have not the privilege of maternity
in a tiny white room overlooking nothing.
An empty space where the echoes of being
and becoming take root;
pregnant women chasing oranges down the sidewalk
on black and white film. Portray the infinite irony.
You know who you are.
Shackling the rights of the majority.
Abusing the breast of livelihood to feed the frustration
of patriarchal inadequacies. In one swift judgement
the gavel falls.
Breathe life back into the oppression of the womb.
You know who you are.
The bearded lady passing out fortunes
as the woman in sequins hangs by her toes
from the high wire, her children dropping to the net below
curling their bodies into foetal balls.
Ease the impact of gravity.
You know who you are.
Persist the whispers
cast off the shadows of his robe
keep your yellow rain slicker for the day
when salt will rain upon old wounds.
Chore
Haagen Dazs
Reproduction
Lamb White Days
Hollywood’s Waste
Agitate
Campaign Salt Ad
Vacant Mankind