(São Paulo, Massao Ohno, 1975)

 

                                               Selections translated by Chris Daniels

 

 

ANTHROPOLOGICAL VISION OF THE CORNER OF THE WINDOW IN 

HEARTJELLY PRISM’D IN THE WINE OF MARCH (the most terrible month)

                               new predatory animals

MY BOYFRIEND’S EYES MY BOYFRIEND’S EYES

                            internal galaxies EYES FREEDOM

                            internal galaxies

              in chocolate’s pink depths I breathe you in

                           in the guts only with the dead and their pillows made of

                  flowers

                           in extravagant guts my love through

shop windows

                                        only with the dead the universe is a sneeze

                           in an apple’s womb

                                                     everything begins to

                                                                  nighten

 

                                                             full of energy

 

                                                                 *

 

                           I am the jet set of love maudit

              INSIDE THE NIGHT AND ITS ILLUMINATED COLICS

death’s parrots with Aristotle on thunder’s prow

              DISPOSITION TO TUMBLE ADRIFT WITH THE DICE OF LOVE

                                        spinach for the morning & macaroni with sauce mornay

                                                       sportive souls flowers in their teeth

              my orange opening like a door

                            YOUR VOICE IS ETERNAL I see the gray hand rip up

              the wall of the world

                            WE ARE IN LIFE DEFINITIVELY

 

                                                   *

 

(POLITICS OF THE BODY ON FIRE OF THE BODY IN FLAMES OF

THE BODY ON FIRE) PUTTING OUT THE LIGHT darkness

                                                                                                               visible devours

                            your body in flames your open mouth your suicide

               for pleasure on the grass your hands plucking my face

                of bruised leaves in darkness your moan in the

                             shadow of drawers in flower

                                           your hair solidly black

 

                                                   *

 

                 (THE WORLD CHANGES THE COLOR OF THE JABUTICABA

CHANGES YOUR ASSHOLE CHANGES THE NEIGHBOR’S HAT CHANGES

YOUR SEX CHANGES THE INDIAN CHANGES HÖLDERLIN CHANGED

HEGEL CHANGED TECHNOPOLIS CHANGES & WE CHANGE EVERY DAY

WE MOVE CLOSER TO THE CELLAR OF LIFE LIKE RIMBAUD ARTAUD

MACUNAÍIMA DINO CAMPANA)

the dragon

speeds by on the caraíba corvette feverish thighs I’m neither plant nor

phantom the true poison MODEST CREATURE CITIZEN

 

                              

                                                                                                             OF A WORLD

              IN FLAMES I make this admonishment: THE PERFECT MUSIC

                                                                                                             IS IN STEEL

                            leafy flowerbeds full of silence

                                          cosmic space the samba song of nothingness

 

                                                   *

 

              MAURÍCIO MAU-MAU LITTLE BIRD CHEWING PIRÃO

& ITS JELLY OGIVES where’s your sandal-poetry slapping

                            against the evening’s cheeks? tupiniquim angel running

along the bend of the square wet with the blood of comets

                            PELICANS EXPLODING IN YOUR EYES & THE MORNING

WHEN YOU WILL READ ISAAC DEUTSCHER & SCRATCH YOUR THUMB

                                                      your miniscule gestures

                            your tamale devoured in the middle of the woods

              your amianthus eyes are shouts to the pirate ship

                   (with a kerchief on its head and a dagger in its teeth your soul

 

                                                                                                                         WAXES 

                                                                                                          DELERIOUS)

 

                                                   *

 

              (LOVE’S EPIC BEGINS IN THE BED WITH RUMPLED

                            SHEETS BECOME A BATTLEGROUND)

               it’s there I begin to be born into madrugada & her

                            vertigoes where you my love curl in my green

              velvet paranoiac heart & the delights

of orange continents sleep in your face all

              muddled pearls oh drums of love

                            never stopping on the way to PLANETARY storms & their

              sad cataracts heavy as tears

                                        I love loving and the soul’s TV dawns drunk and tries

                                                                  to say something

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