Expriment Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Experiment

Once…
Out of curiosity or…
I bought a bottle of cocktail…
Tomato cocktail for “Bloody marry” maybe…
It remained in the door of the refrigerator…for long.
White mold formed and marched on its surface…
I ignored; until now…

Neither threw nor drank…
Taking a thin glass…‘Corona’
A filter…a semi-sphere screen with handle…
I poured…it was thick…I stirred…
Stopped; as it filled, by two-third.

“What is this? ”
I questioned and felt as
Confused, curious, crazy as I had, at purchase.

I drank all of it…
“What comes next? ”
Unaware; I am waiting…

Knowledge comes after the experiment.

As in Art; Performance.

Can ever ‘Represent’?
“With the words” says Saussure.
Hall rejects.
This is all between them.