[a note from pierre joris posted originally on his nomadics blog 6/11/2014.] “In
“Here is an extract from a section called ‘Experience of Winter’ that feels/reads like a continuous/discontinuous ribbon of writing with just momentary breathing pauses, mawaqif’s in Sufi parlance, between the perceptions.”
[...]
To flee poetry
to let it flee
to let go
the brilliance
through the black groove
on the lam without reason
nothing pretty
for example
in Montaigne
to shit in a basket
and then
to put it
on one’s head
there’s need to find
for each thing its
rightful place
oh! that silent cat
over there
carefully without words
to flee poetry
leaving it the chance
to come back by the edges
he who came from
the heights
3000 meters
of andean mountains
little black man
resting on his hand
his cane
meditating
while Georgette
guards his hat
triste & dulce
trilce
this past spring
at the
section XII
at the end of
terraced nature
and the sparrow block
but
without even his shadow
This book Diary of Errors
I knew Ennio Flaiano for his complicity
with Fellini La Dolce vita & 8 1/2
but the title before all had stopped me livened
up notes, stories, parables, word sketches
the simplicity, delicateness
of Flaiano
an elderly checkout lady in a bar
sighs caressing her dog
The chestnut trees are in flower
and spring is not here.
he speaks also of feet
set firmly on the clouds
and on another day he confesses to have
told a seven year old girl
Go away! You’re old!
It made her cry all night long
Thus all that lives
has a share in
breath
& smell
That’s Empedocles of Agrigento
the hidden breath
where then lurks
the smell of self
is what made
us recognizable
by the other
when he was
lost
naked in the shadow
without a living body
or on the edge
of a nerve
of a doubt
terrifying
No illusion on the soprano
the final accurateness
& nothing else
that’s Lacy
the grace
absolute & relative
often with no smile
either
on Steve’s face
so that there exploded
on it like a rage of
innocence
a flood of colors
a tornado
of heat as simple &
complex
as each moment
so ready to live
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