ex nihilo

Creating something out of nothing is easy.
Creating nothing out of nothing - now that's poetry.

parallels II

To Nobodaddy
Why art thou silent & invisible
Father of jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye

Why darkness & obscurity
In all thy words & laws
That none dare eat the fruit but from
The wily serpents jaws
Or is it because Secresy
gains females loud applause
(blake)


psalm
Niemand knetet uns wieder aus Erde und Lehm,
niemand bespricht unsern Staub.
Niemand.

Gelobt seist du, Niemand.
Dir zulieb wollen
wir blühn.
Dir
entgegen.

Ein Nichts
waren wir, sind wir, werden
wir bleiben, blühend:
die Nichts-, die
Niemandsrose.

Mit
dem Griffel seelenhell,
dem Staubfaden himmelswüst,
der Krone rot
vom Purpurwort, das wir sangen
über, o über
dem Dorn.
(celan)


Ciudad Sin Sueño
No duerme nadie por el cielo. Nadie, nadie.
No duerme nadie.
Pero si alguien cierra los ojos,
¡azotadlo, hijos míos, azotadlo!

Haya un panorama de ojos abiertos
y amargas llagas encendidas.
(lorca)

kleist

It was then a confusion. Kiss and bite
Resemble one another, and the one
Who deeply loves can well confuse the two.

Is Humpty Dumpty's corpse the inevitable consequence of Nimrod's ziggurat (and all because some medieval nominalist forgot to shave)?

Roethke

The wall has entered: I must love the wall,
A madman staring at perpetual night,
A spirit raging at the visible.
I breathe alone until my dark is bright.
Dawn's where the white is. Who would know the dawn
When there's a dazzling dark behind the sun?

Once I delighted in a single tree;
The loose air sent me running like a child -
I love the world; I want more than the world,
Or after-image of the inner eye.
Flesh cries to flesh; and bone cries to bone;
I die into this life, alone yet not alone.

Was it a god his suffering renewed? -
I saw my father shrinking in his skin;
He turned his face: there was another man,
Walking the edge, loquacious, unafraid.
He quivered like a bird in birdless air,
Yet dared to fix his vision anywhere.

Fish feed on fish, according to their need:
My enemies renew me, and my blood
Beats slower in my careless solitude.
I bare a wound, and dare myself to bleed.
I think a bird, and it begins to fly.
By dying daily, I have come to be.

kafka's walking stick

Auf Balzacs Spazierstockgriff: Ich breche alle Hindernisse.
Auf meinem: Mich brechen alle Hindernisse.
Gemeinsam ist das "alle"

Celan:
Reality is not. It must be sought and won.

Valery:
Finding is nothing. The difficulty is in acquiring what has been found.

One must go into himself armed to the teeth.

I sacrifice myself inwardly to what I would be!

Gaps are my starting point. My impotence is my origin.

I am the unstable.

Kafka:
My life is a hesitation before birth.

Pessoa:
We're dead when we think we're living; we start living when we die.

Jabes:
Your hangmen have your voice and your hands...

Man is a merchant of ashes.

The patience of the scream has no limits. It outlasts martyrdom.

Cioran:
When we are a thousand miles away from poetry, we still participate in it by that sudden need to scream.

An existence which does not hide a great madness has no value.

Michaux:
He who hides his madman dies voiceless.

He who sought to escape the World becomes its traslator, too.

Borges:
Praised be the nightmare, which reveals to us that we have the power to create Hell.