The Minuteman
map the sky with the consciousness of obedience irrational
Patches of silence in the din
last (or perhaps only)
Night
Global Trajectories
ultrasound (first animals die )
arched by Giotto lucidity of cybernetic
Without name, without body, only
Information System
Interpolate quanticizzate, taken in hand
eternal
of the Absolute (oh, how much poetry, how sweet)
Casti bearers of a fullness
- as the collective consciousness of power
you act - Extreme
, irreplicabile
(perhaps a End Game? No
is not rhetorical, my dear)
flying above the grain along the Ohio
syllables Archipelago
down to the ice
Cocytus (Daniel Come Down To The Lions' Den Daniel
Come Down And Enjoy The Feast )
At the top of the word "LOVE"
(but how can we say it without sounding
of postmodern way?)
Some have tried
aware that ribbon of green taffeta
Forgotten taxi from Baudelaire
In the midst of a frenzy of creation that would not fester
Stop
Unclean and flourishing, scarring,
In the center of his warm
parchment (do not you ask it was tennis that afternoon
front of Jon, silly as a sportsman yet
receptive as the most acute of parasites)
The same Gregory Samsa
After then to absorb the grease
(the Lord, I want you to say)
on the plank of a tavern in Graubünden
(now tremble at the sight of the Alps
Intercontinental
the heights they have made of the parables of rainbow Teano
silent as outer space as the short
Shakespeare
smile ... "Let's go scene, gentlemen, the curtain rises
, be the Best )
E Ink memories
There is no trace on the surface with your fingers
But I can still hear them, those words
What words
Today mouths are wide open and sol'ottuse
In a triumph of inertia
El amazing Greek, Jasper Johns, Kiefer and Richter
could see it. This time
(Epiphany Superna,
tantric dance of the Third Planet, only to realize the Mumbai
few seconds before the Thunder
- What The Thunder Said continues to reappearance in mind
With the cadence of a question
But it is not
Their time, questions I mean, now it is gone
Now is the time for responses -
The escalation is purely spiritual
and math, then that is the same
to decrypt only the crowd of motorized rickshaw drivers
Taken en masse, towards the mutineers
round without restraint where few succeed in passing
But the happiness was not the finish the race
)
BREATHING.
loneliness dies with it the fear
I will not be here without you tonight
New York, 2010
translation of Leonardo Merlini
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