To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
Synchronicity
by MEL McEVOY
From a hospital side room
An emaciated woman beckoned me in.
She wore a bindi
Said to cover concealed wisdom.
I didn’t understand
what she meant by her whispered: Bhajan Bhajan.
I saw an Asian doctor in the corridor
and asked if she could help translate.
She wants you to pray over her.
She feels she is dying.
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