The Futility of Desire Tapestry Blues

A supple blue and dark tapestry depicting a global narrative of destruction and terror across vast landscapes of catastrophe all sown in silver thread with the utmost craft and elegance. Startled to think of it early one morning you’ll leap from your bed-chamber and down the long hallway crying “I must have it!” Your factotum’s eyes shine like mercury from the vault. “Find that tapestry. Do what ever it takes. Any price!” Dealers are called, museums, galleries, private collections, the artist herself, but of the tapestry no sign; it’s vanished from the face of the earth. For this failure the factotum isn’t treated nice. But after anger comes stupor and finally defeat. Being as rich as a lord used to mean that you could get what you wanted when you wanted it. Such thwarted demands makes for unwelcome circumspection. Retiring to your Room of Brooding to meditate on the futility of desire, you’ll slump on the floor in the dark and eyes adjusting to the gloom of failure you’ll gradually see on the wall the tapestry. You already own it. “Get rid of this tapestry! I don’t want it!”

 


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rené van haeften

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