Sooner or later, your own words cease to be your friend (poetry collage of others) "That never spoke of helping hand! I have the great advantage of being able to laugh at old loves liars, and hit those pairs of false shame, - I saw the hell of women down there - and I will be allowed to possess the truth in soul and body "- Arthur Rimbaud
E-Mails - Massimo Giardina
Now I know, but I was sure, my e-mails are not ever arrived. They are all here again, in memory, in my drawer, 'cause she did not read and I were talking to him ... The
Mail was the first landscape, background, described by any point of view: "... This morning the sky and 'uncovered, until a few hours ago it rained persistently, and now the road' wet the edges of my house and seen the buildings have the height of the monuments. Two floors plus' in a friend of mine is watching the same things: the cars passing, jumping the lights and gates that have both swallowed, prisons and factories of idleness "Mail
The second was in the cold, buried by snow, so that forced me to cover up best: "... My heart and 'your heart and my temples are your temple. I married you as you wanted, between complaints and misfortunes. The garden the church was draped in mourning, I have brought to the altar rigged with thorns, dressed in feathers, 'cause I'm for life, the most' charming degl'insonni sleeping sleepless "Mail
The third was the essence, I revelation, 'as I was at that moment: "... My love, the past presses, which simulates this burden on himself. Avatar Sumerian god, I was raised to perfection: it 's always take' which is, again, as he will not 'who is not. I will stay bent over me, I'll be 'beautiful, aesthetic. I'm breakin 'in, to leave out "The fourth
Mail was intuition, invited me to overcome and break free: "... It 'already' a piece that I keep under fire the alcoholic, but I prefer not to kill him again, only yesterday I did out of the introvert and the Communists. So do not shoot him 'til' you do not come, until 'I do not say that it is not' necessary for me to return. You know very well that 's my fault if it has more' sense, if there is no 'literature, if I have cancer and in the memories of time if we are living, he had not yet heard "The fifth
Mail had the courage, made from them 'then intense in my every gesture: "... See? I do not care more 'about me, I'm not afraid of the prohibition. Now I can follow you everywhere, describe how old girl, dead in his thoughts. I can read and learn, talk to our son even before he is born, plucked from the breast inevitably, to make a bastard of two mothers "The Sixth
Mail was scattered notes, which are included in my poetry more 'great' ... Tonight, the parking nightclub and 'full of caravans, boys and girls wear dresses resigned. It already begins to dance 'before entering the house music, folk and every company has time and' as un'egira of prophets. Miss only you tonight, 'cause you decided not to come,' cause continues to remain alone in the house? "Mail
The seventh was in the archives of the court, was my conviction in actions: "... for not being able to love you, for having left in the company of your enemy, for allowing t'incrociasse the wall for not having rescued from the boredom and not having wiped the sweat I came down from his forehead. I condemn his despair and loneliness, a face pale and sad and hurt and insignificant poems "The eighth
Mail was during the war, when he suddenly suspended the bombing:" ... Dearest, here and 'now Spring. At home my lack ceiling and floor, the walls do not resist. I wrote that my friend whom I told you about, he and 'more and more' is not so convinced that 'necessary a resolution of the conflict. Two floors 'under terrible things did not go: on your computer has no virus, the TV and' working and the radio still sends his favorite music. On the other hand, you still do not get news, I just hope you are well off and that you are still able to keep the peace "
The ninth Mail was the short, yet another confrontation with her and with the arrogance of reality ': "... I would laugh, forget you, but I can not. Lately I think I understand some truth 'fundamental humanity' and 'mathematical broken, I read very little modern fiction, a smile is a smile, he feeds her slave master and the host fly, free of gravity 'in history, neutral and away over time, "The Tenth
Mail Mail was the last and the last was the last part:" ... And at this point I could give up many things : I stopped to pull the skirt of my mother and I stopped by my father beat me, I stopped to raise her left arm with a clenched fist and the right hand open, I stopped drinking and I stopped eating, I ceased to be the best and I ceased being the worst. So I will be 'difficult to stop writing, I will be' difficult to stop writing ...
of Amo- Mayakovsky
What came out,
more than was possible
more than was necessary
as in a dream a nightmare poetic
that knot heart rose like a mountain: a mountain of
' love,
a mountain of hate.
Under the weight
legs wobble.
know if I
are well planted, but
heart I drag myself reduced to an appendix
curved across the width of the shoulders.
I gofio with milk verses,
I can not spread out;
there is no one who wishes to, it seems, and again I inflated. I was exhausted
opera,
nurse in the world,
hyperbole
prototype Maupassant. You
Then you came, and thee
enough look to see
behind that roar,
behind the build,
just a child. The
you took, you took away the heart
and thus
you play you're making,
like a little girl with the ball. And all
,
ladies and girls, as
remained impaled in front of a miracle.
"To love someone like that?
But what you pounced on him!
will be a tamer,
one that comes from a menagerie!"
But I, I rejoiced.
yoke No more!
Tom Waits & Rickie Lee Jones
Inno-Jack Kerouac
(.. .)
E 'was when you taught me tears, Ah
God in the morning, you
Ah
And I leaned on the lamppost
I wiped my eyes,
eyes, no one knows I cried
or me I care but something
Oh I saw my father and the mother of my grandfather
and long rows of chairs
and nurses with tears and dead
Ah, I knew that God designed for me You
best projects
Therefore, any project for me to conceive you
or splitting majesty
Falla
short quick fast
flaw
me home mother of eternal
However today at your service,
(and until)
