abjekt tala

Här ordsätter jag fragment av den översatta, avlyssnade, genomlevda och levrade rösten från platsen mellan, från det trinitäras terräng. Området mellan subjektets inhägnad och objektets bårhus.
Och återger terrängens (klyftans) litterära speglingar och vindlande spår.




She hungered for a different story - one to respell the world she knew




Fotnavlad

Fotnavlad
What we seek is love itself, revealed now and again in human form, but pushing us beyond our humanity into animal instinct and god-like success. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet... Jeanette Winterson. Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved ...Birgitta Trotzig

onsdag 21 maj 2014

infatuation





one of these mornings... summer heat in May
and I'm totally infatuated with this rearranged entity,
this fleshy femaleness,
this beingness,
this muchness I've set free
through my Self,
through this dedicated fullbodied,
re-membered quest during the past 30 years...

totally infatuated with this muscled litterature I have become...

I am soon going down to flaming Olympos in southwest Turkey...
the site that ignited the spark within, all those years ago
giving thanks and unfoldings...



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