Instant Museum of a Wonderful Life

2009-04-12T17:58:00.005+02:00

This ermine came in one year
and showed no trace of fear.
Seeming to beg me please,
I served egg yolk and cheese.

2009-03-30T13:27:00.003+02:00

Psychoses of a distinguished order
thriving on an elevated mental border
and giving almost intolerable sensations
of both anguish and wonderful elations.

My mind seems reined more loosely
and though my hands sweat profusely
since I’m really feeling scared as hell,
I’m also soaring in a fearless spell.

2009-03-30T12:43:00.006+02:00

“Apples barely grazed by slender silver swords”
may be the kind her well-being ultimately affords.
Although at first they can be judged as spoilt and bad
these apples might be the very best that can be had.

Citation from Federico García Lorca's poem
"Cry to Rome (from the Tower of the Chrysler Building)"

2009-03-19T15:12:00.008+01:00

There are clothes that I esteem
for bringing me closer to the dream
of finding the right mixtures
for creating astounding pictures
with meanings far from clear
but saying things I can almost hear.

2008-12-20T20:01:00.012+01:00

Sometimes I so enjoy travelling
with my surroundings fast unravelling.
These journeys can feel hypnotic
and make my mind less chaotic.
I like immensely to be able to roam
but mostly I prefer to stay at home.

2008-12-19T18:01:00.016+01:00

This cat of an amazing grace
approaches life at a very varied pace.
She mostly rests in a favourite place
but sometimes starts a frantic race.

It’s difficult to interpret her gaze
and she seems to have a poker face
but of true deception there’s no trace.

She inhabits an extremely different space
and I’m glad she’s here in any case.

2008-12-15T18:56:00.012+01:00

This rough compass with a fireplace
is in my mind to make some space.
A fire that mostly burns in my sleep
in an obscure place that lies very deep.

I feel surrounded by an enormous heap
that without these flames becomes too steep
to master even with an Olympic leap.

Igniting tough debris that hinders
is helped by old persisting cinders.
Ashes and non flammables always remain;
all worth keeping I seem able to retain.

For a time there opens a way to go on
that I can rely at least a while upon.

Smoke from my mouth.

2008-12-15T18:29:00.012+01:00

Interiors of some old churches, when I’m there alone,
have such fine details and colors of an exquisite tone,
that seem to contribute to my exceptional feeling
of an awe that has little to do with kneeling.

It might have something to do with the ceiling
though I never find a complete revealing
of why these churches are so appealing.

It’s not the same when I’m not alone inside;
I can’t put my awareness of the others aside.
So many varied feelings a church can provide,
like the unique religion of one who sits beside.
Faith based on all those countless who have tried
to hand down essences of revelations worldwide
and shifts in what’s considered best to hide,
many distortions and difficulties to decide
about what’s left to confide.

These constant changes will always reside
but some churches remain to give me pride.

Then I go outside.

2008-12-10T12:10:00.005+01:00

December with the dark and intimate setting
enhances the lights that keep me from forgetting
that without people all would be much darker
and in our own eyes considerably starker.

Darkness and light in this proportion
save me from anguish and distortion;
with the contrast needed to direct my gaze
since too much light makes all a haze.

2000-01-01T12:04:00.003+01:00

Some rings on these fingers
give impressions that lingers;
of self and cherished others,
strange thoughts and their mothers.

2000-01-01T12:02:00.004+01:00

To V.P.

Shoes of an intriguing kind
bring some thoughts to my mind;
as which she wants to try
and how to make the carpet fly.

2000-01-01T12:01:00.006+01:00

Bags needed to bring
many a curious thing
from here to there
and almost everywhere.

2000-01-01T12:00:00.007+01:00

" because through its entire extent I saw the immensity of the history
that I had to set in motion. I found myself on the same level
as this beautiful instant, but could I grasp it?
Will anyone have trouble understanding that with its wild strength
the shiver was already dragging me farther along?
And what maddened my impatience was that
the beautiful instant wanted to be kept, eternalized,
it was a cheerful instant that did not know or only suspected
that by lingering near me, it was condemning itself to become
a beautiful apparition, a return that would be forever beautiful,
but separated from itself and from me by the greatest cruelty."

Excerpt from Maurice Blanchot When the time comes (Au Moment voulu)
Translated by Lydia Davis
Station Hill Press 1985