Archive for July, 2009
Breathing together, in unison, the rise and fall of our breasts, is a kind of language, too.
Whatever we do, think, write, we will never achieve the grace of large-winged birds wheeling in the sky above us.
Strangers return us to ourselves.
Is water the river’s skin?
“I love the human voice”
“If I had to choose a favourite, I would choose…you.”
Perhaps the prettiest sights will go by in the dark. This fertile febrile dark.
Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
Venus races us again, refusing to be left behind.
Speed is my demon, too.
“Where are you now?”
“I don’t know.”
What scars do places bear?
Do snakes slough off memories with their skin?
And finally I see it, the moon.
The fog, gentling everything.
Electric poles vanish, oil refineries vanish, villages vanish, an orange canvas tent, two crows on a bulldozer, a yellow school bus, waiting at an unguarded level crossing, silent.
The courage that comes from the fiery liquids we toss into the blood.
Some evenings she remembers the etching of brambles on the skin of an alien sky.
Blue fish, blue bicycle, red hand.
Black Maria, black widow, red eye.
Melt me down, the voices say, in the innermost of her fears.
Meanwhile, the kestrel becomes a cormorant, the book in her hand becomes the encyclopedia of birds, her bangle a circle of red, knotted thread.
The ladder that climbs to the water tank, the possible precipice of an oil flare.
Bin geborgen, bin drinn
hinter der tür, hassend
Vater – muss dein eigenes kind
Stets wei ssich
Warum ich sterben werde
Seit demich euch gehört!
vernahm luminose Bazille
lordose Beere primat hortus
obere der facht schlechte