Miles Davis , In a Silent Way , 1969

alternative facts: a poetic obituary

                                      Sphinx of the Naxians, Delphi, Museum

all these plastic micro fucking

particles clotting, forming

tumours in my brain,

so hot, no rain

the atmosphere filled

with death and fumes,

the deserti-fuck-ation of

cities, farmland , forest

and lakes, people will take

a fucking vacation in tropical

rain forests and leave there

their garbage, shampoo, bottles,

plastic bags, piss, perfume, their smell,

condoms, hiv, diarrhoea of shit

and of words and things and then 

when all is destroyed, the animals

will creep out of the trees

tired and hungry, they will

enter the villages, eat the

children first, then the old

   

and when they will have eaten

all they’ll cross the Mexican border

and enter the States where

people dry as dried raisins

will gather in washing saloons

to pray to God in the tap,

the light of terror will burst

out from their eyes and

they all have guns but

their rights will be useless,

their guts will open and the

animals will devour their

tasteless flesh, and then hungry

they will attack the cinemas,

the suburbs, Hollywood, Las Vegas,

the fridges and the goldfishes,

the pools of the rich, the famous

hiding under their beds,

slowly killed by grasshoppers, by ants,

cocooned by countless spiders

and when all is done, this God

who is so madly wise will teach

them to digest plastic and

cars, engine oil and  fuel

and he will plant new codes

in plants and guts and the

birds and the few bees

who were crazy enough to live

will spread them across

the world, the birds above

the cities, China in  flames

and pestilences all over

London, Berlin, Paris, fires

and people writhing

with fevers and blisters

of death opening on them,

maggots crawling in their

flesh and skin, and then this

God, so madly wise, will

kill them all with floods

  

and a comet crashing into

the earth, centuries of smoke

and sunless dark, then it

will be finally cold.

and still, the last human

freezing into a statue

will accuse this God:

but he was that God, we were.

neighbour‘s secret life

july,august, from here to home and near

art brut, Altes Lager, Münsingen, Norman Seibold

Pablo Neruda, Soneto XII, Cien sonetos de amor, Voz

Cien sonetos de amor 



Cantas y a sol y a cielo con tu canto 
tu voz desgrana el cereal del día, 
hablan los pinos con su lengua verde: 
trinan todas las aves del invierno. 

El mar llena sus sótanos de pasos, 
de campanas, cadenas y gemidos, 
tintinean metales y utensilios, 
suenan las ruedas de la caravana. 

Pero sólo tu voz escucho y sube 
tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha, 
baja tu voz con gravedad de lluvia, 

tu voz esparce altísimas espadas, 
vuelve tu voz cargada de violetas 
y luego me acompaña por el cielo.

transl.found:

Singing unto the sun and sky with your song, 

your voice threshes the grain of the day, 

the pines speak with their green tongues, 

all the birds of winter trill. 

The sea fills its cellars with footsteps,

 with bells, chains, and groans--

 metal and tools jangle, 

wheels of the caravan creak.

 But I hear only your voice-- 

your voice rising with the flight  and precision of an arrow,

 your voice falling with the gravity of rain, 

your voice scattering the highest swords, 

and returning, laden with violets-- 

accompanying me through the heavens.

LOVE CROSSES ITS ISLANDS , Pablo Neruda, SONETO LXXI , De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor

LOVE CROSSES ITS ISLANDS - Pablo Neruda

(translated by Stephen Tapscott)

Love crosses its islands, from grief to grief,
it sets its roots, watered with tears,
and no one––no one––can escape the heart’s progress
as it runs, silent and carnivorous.

You and I search for a wide valley, for another planet
where the salt wouldn’t touch your hair,
where sorrows couldn’t grow because of anything I did,
where bread could live and not grow old.

A planet entwined with vistas and foliage,
a plain, a rock, hard and unoccupied:
we wanted to build a strong nest

with our own hands, without hurt or harm or speech,
but love was not like that: love was a lunatic city
with crowds of people blanching on their porches.

SONETO LXXI

De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor
y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto,
y nadie puede, nadie puede evadir los pasos
del corazón que corre callado y carnicero.

Así tú y yo buscamos un hueco, otro planeta
en donde no tocara la sal tu cabellera,
en donde no crecieran dolores por mi culpa,
en donde viva el pan sin agonía.

Un planeta enredado por distancia y follajes,
un páramo, una piedra cruel y deshabitada,
con nuestras propias manos hacer un nido duro,

queríamos, sin daño ni herida ni palabra,
y no fue así el amor, sino una ciudad loca
donde la gente palidece en los balcones.

Lösch mir die Augen aus, R.M.Rilke, Extinguish both my eyes

Lösch mir die Augen aus

Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehn,
wirf mir die Ohren zu: ich kann dich hören,
und ohne Füße kann ich zu dir gehn,
und ohne Mund noch kann ich dich beschwören.
Brich mir die Arme ab, ich fasse dich
mit meinem Herzen wie mit einer Hand,
halt mir das Herz zu, und mein Hirn wird schlagen,
und wirfst du in mein Hirn den Brand,
so werd ich dich auf meinem Blute tragen.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sommer/Herbst 1899, ?

Extinguish both my eyes, I see you still,

Shut up my ears, i hear you talking,

Without my mouth i can implore your will

and without my feet i can walk towards you.

Break off my arms,  i will touch you 

with my heart like with a hand,

halt my heart: my brain will beat instead,

and if at last you set my brain aflame

i will carry you forever in my blood

mod. translation (mine)

note:

a lot of passion-but:

i do not wish to love a person who blinds me,  breaks my arms, halts my heart, ignites my brain

and destroys me that much and in a way that only my blood remains to spill in a puddle,

too heroic, not even selfless but exaltation of desire per se giving an inadequate importance to self, 

useless to the other person.

and really, i am not a puritan...no. nor reasonable.

The Beatles , Strawberry Fields Forever

Living is easy with eyes closed,

misunderstanding all you see...