Daily Archives: November 3, 2012
where’ll i’ll un-be in ireland tonight!
malcolm de chazal
from SENS PLASTIQUE
A bicycle rolls on the road.
The road is the third wheel
Rolling the other two.
The water says to the wave,
“You are swallowing me.”
“How could I?”
Replied the wave,
“I am your mouth.”
The dew
Said to the sun,
“Do you see me?”
“No,” said the sun.
“I am your eyes.”
With their peaks
Two mountains
Were touching a cloud.
For an instant
The cloud felt
Topsyturvy
Unable to find
Its head.
When the fine
Seized the branch
The branch gave way
And the flower
Stuck its head out
To see what was going on.
Fanning yourself?
Not so.
The fan’s in the wind’s hand
That’s why
You feel cool.
“I’ve gone all the way around
The Earth,”
One man said.
“Poor fellow
And all that time
You haven’t progressed
Half an inch
In your body.”
The pupil
Turned the eyes
The iris followed
The white of the eye
Delayed
Just long enough
Friend
for you
To slip into the face
Of the one you love.
“I love you,”
The woman said.
“Be careful,”
Said her lover,
“Don’t love me
Too much
Or you’ll come back
To yourself
Love is round.”
“One and one
Make two”
Said the mathematician.
What’s that
To God and the zero?
Cut water
As much as you like
Never
Will you find
The skeleton.
The skeleton of wind
In life itself.
The eye
Is a oneactor
Theater.
Absolute
Mastery
Of the body
Comes only in death.
“I’ll never
Be
Old”
Said the man
“I have hope.”
Emptiness
Has no
Way
Out.
If light unfurled
Its peacock tail
There would be
No room
For life.
Sugar
Doesn’t know
What it tastes like.
Someone
Tasting it
Gives sugar
A taste of sugar.
A stone
Hears its heart beat
Only
In the rain.
The circle
Is an alibi
For the center
And the center
Is a pretext
For the circle.
The quickest route
From ourselves
To ourselves
Is the Universe.
Blue
Always has
An idea
Up its sleeve.
Night
Is a rimless
Hole.
The road
Runs
In both directions
That’s why
It stands still.
“Take me
Naked”
The flower said
To the sun,
“Before
Night
Closes
My thighs”
The noise,
bit off bits of itself
And left
Its teeth
Among
The keys
Of the piano.
She wore
Her smile
Pinned
To her teeth.
Light
Dressed
For the afternoon
Went
To play golf
With the holes.
The lake
This morning
After
A bad
Night
Got into
Its tub
To relax.
The wave
Out of its depth
On the shore
Went down.
He was
In such a hurry
To get to life
That it
Let him go.
She anchored
Her hips
In his eyes
And brought him
To port.
The car
Will never
Attain
The speed
Of the road.
november növelet – i see real