???????? A screw fell to the ground ???????? In this dark night of overtime ????????? Plunging vertically, lightly clinking ?????????? It won?t attract anyone?s attention ?????? Just like last time ??????? On a night like this ??????? When someone plunged to the ground — 9 January 2014
Month: November 2014
What then is the truth?
What then is the truth? Asks Nietzsche ?A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms ? in short, a sum of human relations, which have been disclosed, enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people.” (Image, from a seminar attended?at Hindu College about […]
Red syringes
Red like blood, they clot. In a bodily vessel, when – Pierced bounce, back and forth, Blue veins contain them. White sheets and red blood Bodies with red syringes, Filled with blood, and drained of life. Pierced, taken. Non sequiturly. Nimble finger pushes, and dugs deep And retracts on contrition. Red admits blue cotton sheets […]
Moving Narrative
Somewhat immodestly, Reticence is a bourgeois affectation anyway, I studied the cypresses and olive groves dried, To exhibit the canvass of desire, On afternoons, a cup, And in the nights of belonging, a snore Accompanied, me. Deserved a mention, A sign of a registered letter, A name said, to be called. And care unfettered, yet.