Bree Grant
The Image Come Undone
I wish to undo / To deconstruct / I wish to be the surgeon of images / Pulling them apart at the seams / Clasp their beating hearts between my hands /Does it still beat when blurred? / When reduced to nothing but pixels? / When misprinted and devoid of colour? / When the context has mutated? / Or does it spurt a new heart in the time it takes me to jam the old one through the flesh? / This is the circulated image / A reproduction of a reproduction / Bask in its wretchedness / Its ugly overlapping lines / Its blurred / Faded / Violent ink / Seeping into the physical world / This is what reality looks like / Take it in / Swallow the pill that is your uploaded / Shared / Reposted photos / Thrashing about in a digital ecosystem / Thrown to the hungry / Barking machines / Undo the images before they can undo you.
“Only technology could produce such a dilapidated image in the first place”
