I thought you got in my way, but no. Like part of the game, like sauce on every dish, like an intrusion, you join, give flavor, of mint, of snow, of tar, you manage to maintain intrigue, you make everything pulsate and ahead you let it be the time. Translated by Curtis […]
Hot water bottles. Wheel axles.Stuffy air. In the end it was true and the transformation is not subtle, although it is given in parts: from cause to consequence, from content to container, from response to question. Translated by Curtis Bauer “The Body Changes” is from Cleaning Fish: Collected Poems (Visor, 2005); […]
For subtracting when you add. For filling your table with birds. For taking you to a place you don’t know how to leave. For punishing you without speaking. For telling you: you are alone. For preferring that you carry the burden of its centuries-long pain when you feel new. For its preposterous magnet. For […]
If he breaks his back in the attempt, if he struggles against his limits, if he falls and gets back up, if time sucks him in but he resists , again and again puncturing the dark with light that only words ignite, I don’t feel sorry for him. No more than for you […]
A fight in the bar/ a hunting bar and the head a cow dewy with perfume/ two drunkards skinned to coarse tips by bottles/ one the face of a woman who will not turn and rise/ the other a black marauder of the wharves who gets up who crawls on half-claws toward the bathroom/ blood […]
Below lights that constantly change color/ in improvised tracks for the dance/ and other permitted amenities/ the kids from the new litter dance/ the way kids danced before/ the beats are relics/ the music is distinct and the clothes and the hair are distinct too/ and there are tins of beer squashed against the ground/ […]
1. A little woman, next, daily, hardly perceptible. A little man, next, daily, hardly perceptible. 2. The little woman, next, daily, hardly perceptible is looking an-xious-ly for the little man, next, daily, hardly perceptible. The little man, next, daily, hardly perceptible is looking an-xious-ly for the little woman, next, daily, hardly perceptible. 3. Both dream […]
K the cyclist, one of the many segregated turned into an exegete, hitch-hiking most of the time between the city and the fields, or between the fields and the mountains, without finding a solution to the eternal problem, without finding repose for his body…black, one of the many segregated turned into an exegete, hitch-hiking most […]