My haunt my drinking place was there, lit by a moon I was not there. My intoxication personified, was there Not I. On the slippery slope to that bar, lips craving wine I was not there An eon of thirsts tottering, was there Not I. Maikada mai-kada thā chāñdnī thī maiñ na thā […]
© Éditions Inculte (2014) *or who shot him first or who shot him second or who is the first to have seen him dead or who is the one who in the helicopter sat on his body or who made it all up to have a story to tell Based on real facts and […]
Gravedigger The song of the factory’s fans and the telephone that announces: life is so fragile like this state in which one writes. There’s a reason the trees shake at the bottom of this painting, as if somebody had opened a door through which the wind is expelled, house distorted by memory. But like a […]
Violet and Sydney Schiff were an extremely sophisticated English couple, rich, cultured and cosmopolitan, who moved between London and Paris. He was a translator and writer, using the pseudonym Stephen Hudson, but first and foremost he was a patron of the arts, on friendly terms with Modernism’s greatest talents. She was an elegant and captivating […]
Night, and your absent memory crept into my heart As in a wasteland, spring blossoms quietly As in a desert, the zephyr sways gently As to a dying man, relief comes, unexpectedly. Rubai Raat yuuñ dil meñ tirī khoī huī yaad aa.ī Jaise vīrāne meñ chupke se bahār aa jaa.e Jaise sahrāoñ meñ […]
A sin of beauty is a toy forever: I transgress; I jumble up words, fumble for the right age, mislabel Keats for Yeats, bumble between the present tense and the past tense. For elegance, for beauty, for my inflexible desire, I dismiss faithfulness and disable meaning. I mistranslate flyable twilight as an unshakable rock in […]
1 The ogre is bad-tempered He throws a fit Hurling rotten stones Giant stale rocks, to be more precise The ogre wants fresh stones And the dream doesn’t leave him alone: I want stones Timely stones My exhaustion wants them Living stones Stones that break away from your seconds fall over me Stones that pour […]
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