To become empty. To allow absence.
Να το πέμπτο ποίημα της σειράς.
Τούτον εκόστισεν.
V
This bitter deadthing
I
had swallowed
this
Everything
her
shadowthing it left me
tore itself away like her Abandonment
and
out of their
red cavities it
took my arms
and flew somewhere secret
with her lover
and
with it
out of my oyster took
my oyster teeth and
i stood
tooth and arm-less
it
took my mouth bones
and
i was suddenly
missing
ribs and
jaw bones
they flew in an arc like
boomerangs
behind them flew
the
teeth
tongue
cheeks
eyeballs
i saw them break the horizon like
carrion birds
there were suddenly Things absent from me
like
black holes where planets angry as Saturn once sat
it took with it the valleys
and the limestone caves
it pulled out the
lemon tree orchards
and
olive groves
it
dragged them
burned them
streaking across the sky
the way a space-shuttle burns
lavawood ashes hammered down
it
rained flesh for forty days and nights
flooding the lung valleys
spleen rocks and
island liver nations
and my teeth
once spears sharp as War scattered across the oceans black
they left me
and in their absence i was alone
barren as a carcass womb
as empty as first loss
Still
as the stone
father-made Colossus
I became this War and
wrapped the river beds and canyons round my neck
smashed Vesuvius on my skull
burned ten times
Became
this Red Thing
and I
raped and pillaged this earth
although I was
arm-less
rib-less
tooth-less and
missing a mouth
i raped it with my Head
until
I
became a tumorthing
hidden away
folded away like a deformed secret's pupa
devil-bloomed like carved limestone left
in a dark cave's acid leprosy
I
comet-burned like the
half million trees at Tunguska
died tenfold
fossilized
without body parts or
desires
And this absence became Me.
And then I left me.
Σχόλια
Μια μεγάλη ζεστή αγκαλιά απο μένα για σένα.
Εκόστισεν μου, ναι.
Λεμεσια
To allow absence before the actual absence, in preparation for this inevitable absence...
Σ' ευχαριστώ..
ρούθλες
Είναι παράδοξο, το οδυνηρό οδηγεί στην ελευθερία, το εύκολο στη λίθη. Ξέρω κάτι μου γίνεται μεγάλο όταν απόβλητα αγκαθερά βγαίνουν έξω. Νόμος α'.
Αγκαλιά και σε σένα.
Δεν ξέρω και αν το πήρες στραβά το σχόλιο μου... :-/
Δεν το επήρα στραβά no worries :-p