There is something no one will touch.
Nothing about its history, known
by few in a patchwork of words,
promises to make the reachforth
and the pullback of touching
worth the effort; the sensation
its image promises to convey
though novel and unique, should
be shunned, commonsense warns.
The mere thought of contact is
effaced by the fact of impossibility,
its remnants pressed into dispersion,
out the [...]
Monthly Archives: August 2009
Oudis
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Whimpers
Whimpers coming through the wall.
The voice of despair of being heard.
The way the tearless cry.
Every breath a flow
through an empty sea: a whimper
reaching those too dense
to come back through the wall
and bring the comfort of
their mute presence.
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un film
inquieto, un proyecto
de arte, un film, un punto
de referencia centrado
en una escena desenfocada
ningun sonido
el punto desaparece
la escena comienza a enfocarse
aumentan sonidos
un aeropuerto atestado
los ruidos de gente esperando
charlando, las alertas
digitales de aparatos de
communicacion en los cinturones
de vigilantes, anuncios
de salidas y llegadas,
separados por demasiado
espacio para ser discernible
el equipaje en ruedas
y carritos empujados sobre
el polvoriento piso plano
hasta un [...]
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The Thirst for Love
A thirst awakens him at an hour
When the moon’s light communicates
That all the living are asleep.
He creeps into the forest where
It is black, the light of the moon
Does not shine between the trees
Though the sounds of the steps
Of his feet on the nettles roars
Unconstrainedly. He wishes
The darkness which encompasses all
Could swallow up the noise too.
He [...]
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Three Haikus
The paper on the ground,
folded disorderedly,
could be called crumpled.
*
Schlocky rocks jitter
when waves pushed by ships roll them
over and over.
*
He who feels at ease
among clanging noise, knows not
the bliss of quiet warmth.
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Left
They’ve taken more than they need.
Now little is left for the latecomers.
The slothful have dug up my dirt and carried
it away by the grubby handful, leaving me
in this pit I can’t get out of because the walls
are rung by oil paintings. Their slickness shimmers
decadently in the blinding glare of the sun,
which on the objects of [...]
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Sangre
Cruzo las piernas y sé que
soy lleno de sangre
y sangre por virtud de su esencia
nunca esta quieta
salvo cuando esta juntando,
en un segundo breve, la fuerza
para un golpe intrepido adelante.
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Two Haikus
The past has vanished:
ancient mysteries swallowed
up by the present.
*
Numbers on a clock:
seven fifty-four. I draw
breath. They lose meaning.
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Prognostication in Bubbles
Bubbles surfacing in gaseous water
cause subtle disturbances to
the circular plain, flat
and clear as a glass sheet,
where they pause as if they’d been expecting
their rapid ascension never to end;
and coming against their short journey’s
natural limitation, confusedly wondering,
Why? before bursting, before
having the chance to turn around
and warn their coming successors,
those already rising and those
stewing at the primordial [...]
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Tree Similes
Trees like macabre
skeletal fingers poised
to hold something globular
upon their pointed tips.
Trees whose heavy branches jut
out all to one side causing
the main trunk to lean to where
they now touch the ground
and rest in the dust like
a woman made to hunch
forward by the burdensome weight
of unmanageably enormous breasts.
Trees whose stances are as supple
as a gymnast standing on [...]
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