Debashish Bhattacharya - Ode to love

what a disturbing text~...







Lophophora williamsii

Rebosante de vida era allá el desierto,
Los nopales por doquier de tu lado izquierdo 
Y cuando miraba tus ojos en la llanura 
Se confundían simplemente con las verdes tunas.

Ahora recuerdo bien, mis secos labios,
La sed de desesperación me hacía preso
Y con serenidad te acercaste a mi pecho
Cantando una ligera tonada como el viento.

Esa noche me alimentaste con leche de biznaga 
Empapaste mis labios con dulce savia
Y con el reverso de tu mano me limpiaste el borde
Hasta darme un tierno beso en la mejilla. 

El frio era insoportable cuando en mi brazos te posaste
Juntos vimos volar errantes a los murciélagos pescantes, 
Señalaste ahí a lo lejos en el lunar del cielo
y me comentaste que ahí iban los muertos.

Secaste mis lagrimas desoladas antes que fuera preso del sueño,
Me comentaste que no existía el cielo
Simplemente las promesas perduran en el tiempo
Aunque las verdades las interpela el miedo.

Hace ya casi una nonada que empezó el desprecio
Y en medio del sol fulgurante no me dejaste en el suelo
A pesar de que pareciera carroña para zopilote hambriento
Decidiste poner tu mano en mi pecho.

Hoy recuerdo como ese último gesto hizo crecer en mi el amor,
Una flor de una mammillaria pequeña nació en el centro de mi esqueleto.
La muerte no es más que la transformación del suelo
Haciendo que la vida se llene de fuego cuando el cuerpo se lo lleva el tiempo,
Regenerando hasta el ultimo espacio del desconsuelo.

No tengo nada que ofrecerte ahora que estoy en el eterno deceso
Aunque esta flor que frota en mi no hubiera nacidos sin tu ternura
La compartes ahora con un murciélago de la fruta
Que revolotea entre los sueños de las pequeñas dunas.

Y que si con el tiempo mis huesos son consumados,
Y si con el aire mi amor es desgastado, 
Y si con el sol mi huella es borrada hasta el ultimo rastro
Lo que cultiva mi alma es eterno allá donde en tu corazón abunda.

Que con una simple llamada de lo que ahora ya no es lamento
Te digo con mis manos espinosas y mis labios carnosos
En la ultima palabra de una vieja cactácea solitaria
Que te amo como los hombres aman el dulce sabor de la locura tras mi cuerpo.

Black knight, a poem, ca. 1990/1991

Today i read that a 94 year old SS officer, Oskar Gröning,  was sentenced in a German court. He had worked as a bookkeeper in Auschwitz, and he  was responsible for the collection and registration of personal belongings for all new arrivals at the death ramp.

At the same time a court case is nearing its end after 4 years. It concerns two war lords who had been living very near to my place,Ignace Murwanashyaka and Straton Musoni. From here in the South of Germany they ordered their troops by text message, mail and satellite phone to commit murder, rape and genocide.

It makes me sad to see the news, these news too.

there is no real justice, it is only formal.

nothing will change i fear.

it is very good to be conscious of it all, to bring it to light publicly, to be able to talk in the open with freedom of speech- and to initiate thought.

to initiate thought is the only possible way to go, 

not to put it to the side as done and dealt with.

but the real powers are not touched, and the badness just continues as ever. 

it appears to be imminent in the struggles of humanity.

it is not just about African countries or Auschwitz, it is a badness PRESENT...

this poem here was written following the death

of Maj.Gen.Fred Rwygiema,+,1990,Rwanda.

At the same time i had been thinking about many of my friends in the Ugandan army and intelligence who had thought they were fighting for

peace and for a better life.

In the end many felt disappointed and immensely sad.

"Across this leaden sky

I see

you

dark son of God

You roll your eyeballs

sullenly in anger

Your black skin shines

with unpolished power

Across this field of dollars

I hear

you

my brother in blood

I cannot understand words

but I listen

You cry furiously

I hear

your hunger, your thirst

Across this mined desert

is there any bridge?

I know

before the rains come:

you will fight

But tell me

Brother

voice in my mind:

how will you value

your life

to the dollar?

Where is the song then

born with the grass

dancing in the spring
proud and strong with the tall maize

I know

at the end of this night

I shall look for

you

Black Knight"

No Blues - Sorur

William Burroughs...a long story

http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/features/the-return-of-the-invisible-man-19861023?page=6

reminder, vernissage, Feldkirch,Austria, tomorrow

maybe...some people still find "time" to read poems, to write them was good

Frankie Goes to Hollywood - The Power Of Love

i wanted to take it, so i stole it ...intensely beautiful, it is







I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah

I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin' rushin' inside of me

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure

I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door