Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Daccau



   This is called Lamplight Inn. It ought to be called Cauldron of Hellfire, since that is what seems to be illuminating the buildings. As inns go this one looks like the last stop before the furnaces of the Holocaust. Jews must look at this and scream aloud in the sudden horror of racial memory. Made of dead brick and the blasting lava lakes of perdition, this painting has about as much human soul in it as a rock quarry used for executing infants in front of their mothers. A pervasive bright, dead light infects the whole of the sunlit hell, like incinerating pancake batter; a Bisquik whitewash of infected yellow talc at 900 degrees Farenheit, this is the Inn of Death, the Overnight of Eternal Damnation, this is the Stumble Inn And Die, a stomach eruption in brick and grass and digestive fluids turned to paint. One of the buildings doesnt even look like it's a complete building. It looks like a movie facade where actors go in and emerge immediately back into the outside air, out of camera range.
   The slime running under the bridge seems to be accruing in center stream, like infectious algae, so I don't know what the boats parked at the muddy, stench-strong shoreline float upon to get to some area outside the picture, the river looks like you could walk across it it is so blanketed with slimy plant matter. The whole atmosphere looks like there was an explosion in the nearby mustard-gas factory, the air looks unbreathable, you begin to gasp for breath as soon as your eyes focus and adjust from the blinding meaningless light pouring from all the windows of the buildings where the village psychos gather to kill and eat.
   The lamps in the Lamplight Inn must be fueled by the engines of Tartarus and the kilns of Vulcan. Inside the buildings, Darth Vader and Obi Wan are battling one-on-one amidst the flying lava eruptions and lakes of red and flowing melted granite. You want to put a handkerchief over your mouth and run, run for your life out of the area, to be free from the yellow smoke and mystery haze of lung-eroding death that fills the air and sky and causes the backround area to become invisible in the Chernobyl miasma of atmospheric gauze.

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