Intuition is deeply rooted in bodily senses and the creative act always comes back to them.

All around a carousel of hints, among which recognizing connections.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Predictability of a dog, the sun and myself

A kicked dog yelps,
the sun gives way to the moon
and vice versa.
I live
unable to grasp the absence of life
other than as death.

Under the skin is flesh
under the flesh is bone.
In the maximum effort
the deepest and most abstract dream
is just that of finding another dream,
still deeper.

Physiologically defeated
I hope in indescribable heavens
for nameless ideas.

Over there our thoughts
with their chemical bonds
won’t exist.

I long,
in this already muggy dawn,
for infinite-dimensional
vertical horizons.


Gasping for breath in the barrel of Diogenes. Lecce, 12th of June 2003

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2 comments:

stanis-thoughtspoetryanything said...

'Physiologically defeated
I hope in indescribable havens
for nameless ideas.

Over there our thoughts
with their chemical bonds
won’t exist.' lovely verses, love 'em!

Marinela said...

Very delightful read

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