EVEN NATURE GIVES YOU NO CHOICE

When you have seen a cloud
in the lap of a pond;
and the moon
between the waterlilies;
inevitably you are at the mercy
of your own soul.

What is this sound that wakens me at night?

It is biology, it calls out its rights.
At night you can hear it more
clearly, when the
sociologists are sleeping.

- Eeva Kilpi

eco para o teu farol (mnemosyne)

Let me fold something white
as a rose to you
longing like me

The paper leaps up
ready for the next slice

I maintain
there is nothing of penance in this
that I'm not just up for anything

What is written will avenge itself
will grow smaller and smaller
a trivial stain in the end to our eyes

Hahaha
the night of the knives
more than small lies

take care of the dreams
white beasts may have:

Trembly impossible longing
lacerated beauty
the kind we see in one another

breath icing-up on its way away
it can just as well be
in this night of tales

- Lene Henningsen

Who has claim?

Nobody has claim.

All have claim.

And all are to blame. Starting with the anachronical fanatics.

One day, one.

"Those who are slow to know suppose that slowness is the essence of knowledge."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

O teu nome de deusa.

Drumskins.

On a grotto wall a reminder of winter;

Eallin
Life
Eternal

A circle within-

Engenho, como um esticar de sóis

A lombada, sinal

Estepe...

A concha é uma traineira roxa com homens à faina.

Vens na espuma oleada promessa das brasas.

És muito. Como tens lugar ao tempo?

É o som.

Harmónica tu fazes aldeia colecção caruma.

Quantas pedras saltaram pelo rio fora pela tua mão apavorada?

Sem saber onde estás tive vontade de te despir a alma num abraço que não se findava na epiderme.

Tu, de repente, vieste e eu em ti.

Não havia lei alguma.

Tem que ser.

we shall no more

we shall no more forebode the sea
not even recall the troubled salt
of mouths over this face, a twin with our
covering mask

insane ashen bird soaring through thin air
and the lucent froth of blinding meteors
the sleepless city's throbbing foundations

we will no more be mirrored in unspent motions
nor in the dawn-pouring tongue's derangement
and nomads we will travel, on beyond the blood
afloat in a dark dream
bodies aflame entwined
consumed creating unsuspicious constellations
lumbering
across centuries returning
intact to the first void

- Al Berto (trad. minha)

E tu, tu és o ícone da alvorada cujas mãos entrelaçadas nas minhas reforçam as palavras do outro, o abraço dos amantes contra a certeza da morte. Hei-de ver-te obstáculo ao luar no nosso quarto por entre dedos sedentos, paixão e palavra e centelha. Mulher desígnio incipiente no rumo da própria palavra.

Thank you, my good friend in Slovenija, and though I know this bottle differs from either one you sent, I dare not scan any of them for fear of damaging them. The contents are maturing for ever and merry ever in the blood that drives these hands.

I'm gonna pull you in close
I'm gonna wrap you up tight
I'm gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight
I'm gonna hold your face, and toast the snow that fell
Cuz friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell

I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
I think he's making something special
And I'm smart enough to try
If you don't trust yourself for at least one minute each day,
Well you should trust in this, girl, cuz loving is coming our way.

If you can fix me up we'll go a long way
If you can fix me up, girl, we'll go a long way.

(Take my love in real small doses.)

I will stand by all this drinking if it helps me through these days
It takes a long time just to get this all straight.
I'll showcase on Route 7 when I find the right place
It takes a long time just to get this all straight
In my mind, this is my free-time
Cuz friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell.

(Take my love in real small doses)

I will stand by all this drinking if it helps me through these days
But I've spent a long time corresponding in my own way.
I'll showcase on Route 7 when I find the right place
But it takes a long time just to get this all straight
In my mind, this is my free time...

To let it all away
Spend it all today
Spend it all today
It took time then I found you.

http://www.physics.byu.edu/research/energy/htm7.html

YOU WEREN'T THERE
(Sullivan) 1999

Well, you say it's such a small, small world
flying Club Class back from the far-east
curled up safe and warm in the big chair
you were drifting through the skies of anywhere
Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton
there's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks
so you think you know what's going on - but you don't
because you weren't in Belfast, no you weren't there
and no you weren't in Waco, no you weren't there
and you weren't in Kosovo, you weren't there
and you weren't in my head so you don't know how it felt
walking arm in arm with crowds to the square
and the banners waving and the sun glinting

All this information swims round and round
like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere
Up and down between the glass walls
You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable
and you look out at the world and see nothing at all
so go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes
and you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from
because you weren't in Bradford, no you weren't there
and you weren't on the hill, no you weren't there
and you weren't with us so you never saw
just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door
how the people told them all to go to Hell,
smashed the cameras and sent them away
There were sirens going off and policemen coming in
and all that you love was being swept away
in the rush of a black tide all done in your name
and you'll never know just what happened there
or how it feels - just how it feels . . .

We're on!