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 5 maj 2021

Keep bleeding into the mystic

When all the colors bleed into one 

Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved
Birgitta Trotzig


Just beneath the thin layer of romanticizing love
a bigger You
a bigger Love
bleeding together into One


Closed off from love I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain
Time starts to pass, before you know it, you're frozen,
But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground, found something true
And everyone's looking 'round thinking I'm going crazy

But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

into the mystic
into the now
into

each
other
wise



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