Ben oui. Mon sketchbook pour le Sketchbook Project s’est égaré dans la malle, probablement près des douanes américaines. Évidemment je n’avais pas gardé de traces de toutes les pages. Voici de quoi il avait l’air de son vivant.
All these things we lose…
1.
Eyes
swollen
desire
2.
Tongue
salty
impulse
3.
Ear
malleable
crunch
4.
Buttock
resisting
manicure
5.
Thumb
swallowed
adulthood
6.
Labia
cloudless
minds
7.
Cry
pinched
innervation
8.
Heart
beaten
sheets
(Written for dVerse Poets Pub, tonight on short verse)
I no longer write / long poems
Je peux pus / écrire au long
Je redouble d’intensité / je vis
I intensify / I live / I see
the open field / of my dreams
le champ s’ouvre / je rêve
de thé / et d’eau fraiche
tea flows / as fresh as water
I run / to this poem’s fall
toute bonne chute / a une fin
la mienne n’est pas / écrite
so many ends / left to write
PIS UN AUTRE
mon coeur s’emballe / pour moi
and then my heart / unwraps itself
PIS UN DERNIER
I thought the clouds / would fit
Suis-je trop / pour les nuages
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
— William Butler Yeats
I am foreseeing things
You are foreseeing things
Who is ahead?
My back to the past
My forehead to the future
I am facing my heart
My head is full with
Both the best and the worst cases
A new scenario unfolds
You are afraid to die
From fear of dying from fear
Alone in your head
Meditating, you think
You are getting prepared
To live in the moment
I must prepare to write
A poem, I thought
But it was already finished
* Those are a few notes — micropoetry style — on the idea of preparation, which is dVerse Poets Pub‘s theme for today. I borrowed the quote from them, and it inspired me to write about the — sometimes — foolish nature of preparation.
And for those of you who read French or like beautiful objects, please check out my offer — it lasts until the end of the world, due Dec. 21st. *
Here is from my upcoming poetry (e)book in English, Borders. Stay tuned for more!
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