Monday, November 13, 2006

He has been located

While living in the mind

He encouraged his attention

Dragged corpses out of tombs

And formed opinions with mixed regrets

Held the spotlight flashing over every grief

Quickened the sensation by allowing space

To breathe

Is not to act

But the transparency of the eyes fits neatly on empty beds

And company is abolished easily

In the celestial imagination

Of heaped aborted messages

“I’m going to do some good, wed the dawn, give in”.

He strove to donate the something he was not

Granted

It takes time for wounds to heal themselves

And provoking dissipation

Demands listless looks in mirrors

“It’s only a reflection, loose, lifeless, empty; my eyes are burning with tears”.

-So the young

Has gone into a trance

Followed paths carved by cruel passions

Habits of defeat

Shapeless ideas

Abstract ideals

And ended absolutely

Absolutely stale-

“Tonight,

I might be offering my heart,

I might be amending my past,

I might be comparing experience,

I might be expanding, I might be loved.”

While standing, cross-legged, half-naked,

stern and sacred

This form of crying polarises

The head with the feet

And he can’t help it

If it is physically impossible

To breathe

Is not to love

But the deficiency of the soul is quick to add,

that images like these,

are but reactions

-Images like these

Stand forcibly in front

And only flee at timid hours-

“It fluctuates, it flows, it erodes the rocks,

The pulverised faces

The pulverised senses

are knocking me over

Keeping me low, head down, red cheeks, repudiation.”

On the ground the flower reaches its targets

Water pours inside the roots

Replenishing lost moments

Memory, it seems, gives weekly allowances

To forgetful, inanimate and static minds

“I have to say

that I really couldn’t stay

too long

I long too

much

For something solid

Perhaps

Solidity is just a concept

And my lips were just your dream

You remind me

Of something I saw some time ago

In a picture perhaps

Or a movie perhaps

A painting perhaps

But I only see

You see

I can only sit here

And watch you go.”

He said

And stuck close to it

His word

He must have kept his word.

2 comments:

Little_Pat said...

Πρέπει να κρατάμε τα λόγια μας, Prospero. Τον λόγο μας...
Δυο προτάσεις με έκαναν να κοντοσταθώ και να αυτοσυμμαζευτώ απόψε:
"I 'm going to do some good, wed the dawn, give in",
"It takes time for wounds to heal themselves".
Αλλά κάποια στιγμή, θεραπεύονται, έτσι δεν είναι;
Ω, ματαιότης....

me said...

'Οτι πρέπει να τον κρατάμε το λόγο μας, πρέπει, Πατ, αλλά έχει σημασία τί και σε ποιόν υποσχεθήκαμε...

Θεραπεύονται, αλλά αυτό που έχω μάθει είναι ότι θέλει πολύ υπομονή...