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 instict 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
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tisdag 1 oktober 2019

Pågående stygnling


Baba Jaga mytens eldfyllda kranium glöder inunder 
palimpsest

bildformen samgestaltar ord

Några av dem:


A Geology Lesson
Here, the sea strains to climb up on the land
and the tree blows dust in a single direction.
The trees bend themselves all one way
and volcanoes explode often
Why is this? Many years back
a woman of strong purpose
passed through this section
and everything else tried to follow
- Judy Grahn

ON my volcano grows the grass,—
A meditative spot,
An area for a bird to choose
Would be the general thought.
How red the fire reeks below,
How insecure the sod—
Did I disclose, would populate
With awe my solitude.
- Emily Dickinson


Stranger still are waters charged with power
to change men's minds as well as bodies.
- Ovid, Metamorphoses


onsdag 13 juli 2011

Tråckling in


I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split
I tried to match it, seam by seam
But could not make them fit

The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor
...

nysta runt
sprickbildningen
fästa öglor
ögla
i flikiga sårkanter
mönstertråckla samman
världens
flytande plattor
mentalisera
tråd dra
bygga brofäste
utkasta sig
förkastning
fallet
fallgöra

and so it is
that the time light bodies
took to fall
becomes the time
falling bodies take to light


fallet
fallgöra
vinggör

The way of love is not a subtle argument
The door there is devastation
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And falling
They are given wings


regenerera
ogöra
braindrain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary,...


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