translated by Belle Cushing

 

 

he is  sleeping leaning  against the  body   of   the son in  the atrium of  the station  the

mother looks  for  them  but  cannot  find  them   while  they  are   standing among the

crowd the  oblique  weight of  the  bigger body    with  its  back  against  the lesser one 

rondanini pieta inverted in multiple  way                  every   so   often   he   wakes    up

articulates   incomprehensible    phrases   utterances     hisses   no  longer  filled  in  by

thought              the son  draws  out a  needle tries to   pierce   the membrane  to touch

the contents of the sac  and out  drains a  sentence once   read  in the park of a foreign

city foot traffic damages dormant  grass                the sentence keeps draining out even

faster  foot traffic  damages  dormant  grass  foot   traffic  damages dormant  grass foot

traffic damages  dormant grass  elongates  and gathers   on the pavement of the station

foot traffic  damages   dormant  grass   foot  traffic   damages dormant grass  foot  traf-

fic  damages  dormant  grass foot  traffic damages   dormant grass  foot traffic damages

dormant grass foot traffic  damages   dormant  grass   forms  a corridor below the steps

drives away from the  green  light of   the  shutters    drains  in  ascending  motion foot

traffic damages dormant   grass  foot   traffic  damages  dormant grass foot traffic dam-

ages dormant grass foot   traffic damages  dormant  grass foot traffic damages dormant

grass foot traffic damages   dormant  grass   foot  traffic  damages dormant grass an ob-

long  head  oriented  c  rosswise  on  a   neck waits lights  off at the end of the corridor

 

 

at first the goal was      from  the  bathroom  to the bedroom without making noise and

then turning  the light  on  only  after  the  door was  closed            the lines  were   lost    

after   obscurity   formed  in   patches   from  the    flickering   of   the   green   warning

lights  each  possible  figure   waiting  silent  at  the  end  of the  corridor  was a sort of 

protective  god  of  terror   the   featureless   reification   with  no  defined  features  of

the   question   of  what   would    have   happened   rediscovered  in   the   thin  mem-

brane between the internal eye  and sleep   convex eyes in the half-light produced from

the inside of my own eyes after  years spent   running across an ascending neck       one

had  to cross foreign  architectures  in  order  to get back into  that corridor and choose

to run along it until  the lines  disappeared  finding   oneself in  front of neck eyes head

until the formation  of a face          the view was sharp but brief                   one cannot

stare at  the  expanding  smile of  a surface that  pulls  itself  off  the black  background 

 

 

tu sais ça dure pas très  longtemps quand tu  arraches  quelque chose d’une surface vi-

vante she says in the  airport  my face  decomposes  from the inside as if bits of  tissue

were falling back into  the   cavity of my head  among  the wreckage the thorn is taken

out quickly from the  dog’s paw  a woman  squirms in  fits and starts diagonally across

another flexes her  brow  yet  another  is seated on the metro steps and says softly that

she doesn’t know  where to go                           is cross-eyed  incomprehensible      she

rises opens her mouth and glides through us the scene interrupts

 

 

staying on the balcony and  rocking slowly           while in the half-light the outlines of 

the trees are visible in the half-light and the sound of birds

 

 

the  sheets  are  displaced   the  muscle without  form   is  exposed we are by the sea at

night a vibration comes from the innards until legs waver   and give in to falling feeling 

suffocated  anew and as  it should have   been from  the  membrane through fluids and

tissues all the way out to the air on the skull still without hair but especially as she kept

silent and the body was inert

 

we were in an oblong living room and many were seated behind                       opposite

on the screen                    was  the  figure  of  a woman  rendered as shapeless forms by

the signal disturbances              we tried to change the channel           then to turn it off

but the buttons   gave no   answer to   the question   whether she   was  here with us or 

somewhere else colors and objects without volume were shaking          and the channel

logo was fuzzy       in the center of the cloudy image

 

slumped on the pavement he perceives a mass observing him        but without eyes it is

immense          it says nothing

 

 

falling is a choice           the choice to act as if it were still impossible to walk but that’s

why there must be another body that  supports  legs without experience in a curvilinear

space      where height is time             death is on the sides           the surrounding sea is 

accessible from the corridor                liquids  leave  traces from  the  darkness the cord 

broke the glass and the façade has been corroded            the candle lit            the citrus

fruits cultivated with care were placed in bins               terracina                          church of 

purgatory             the  sound   of  each  action  carried  out  under  the  disproportionate

dome       above the circular floor plan          destroys the ritual                 denies causes

and ends reinstates the end conceives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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a vagrant  sleeps  in  a  niche of  a building  a  supermarket chicken  still  in  the  plastic

on  his  stomach                his  head   suddenly  snaps  upwards  the  people  spread  out 

running from the street to the bridge to the street              along  the  sea                shots 

explode   orders  are  given        decisions  are made           but  the  mass  saturates  the

space        on a  long line of  variable  thickness  the edge  of  the  sea  and  the  shore is

altered      history suffers disruption      curves pits            the  cords  and  the waves are

covered  in  sand  among  the  dunes but  big  metal  letters are  pitched  into a yard  the

noise gets more and    more deafening the waves taller    the sand flies away    they look

back      cut into the dermis        peel off the sheath            start to ask themselves again 

how it must have been when there were only sounds and water       when things weren’t

yet marked out by the eye and stayed within the body in the body              the red box is

wrecked                            the protection destroyed the door to the white room smashed

by many hands                  by each lone hand   they broke the                  -broke!        the 

noise grows                       the bandage is ripped off the mouth

 

let’s talk together                 no one has to keep quiet       you all were right               this

pursuit honors you          let’s dig up the cords              give back the waves to the space 

make you hear yourselves                  now we can see you when you make noise         for

just  a  brief   latency  and  light  pressure   exerted  by  fingers  without  history  we  can

follow you         let’s straighten the tables that  got  overturned               let’s cover them 

with containers and food and talk together                                please empty the bag and

without  touching  the  body  inside let it fall          by now it’s all water under the bridge 

it is going back out to the sea    

 

write write write               send letters of protest                       the sheath is resuscitated    

we are all accepted          we all have our excuses                                   all of us excused

 

 

 

the train stops in the countryside at night 

 
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