+do you ever walk down the street
feeling like death
and if and when
do you scrape your knuckles on the rough brick wall
or make terrible music on wrought iron fences
tunnel vision counterpointed
by a beautiful burning:
two bright spots on a dim shadow
- that scene in Bleu
her heedlessly sanding her knuckles off
my deep recognition and the glance down at my own, bruised -
i box concrete walls
until i sit down hunched over my punished hands
and think maybe they got me in trouble in the first place+

_{+it was the only photography i could find of you. i tried to make it look like you are, but it can't be done. there's another one i have, of you in a bar, a color shot i clipped from a newspaper, where they talked about the most influential young poets of this land. i like that one better, but i'm keeping it to myself. that and the poems you put in my hand, for the book we never made. until the next time, whenever that is.+}



Damsi Figueroa Verdugo - Talcahuano - Chile

POEMA DE LENGUAS

Temo a la espina que surce tu lengua
y a ese hilo de azufre que te escurre
y amamanta el dócil canal
tus hendiduras

Así como a la muerte temo a tu arcilla
a la moldura que la sostiene
temo al diente que se te clava en la sombra

Temo a la boca que se traga tu lengua deliciosa
y como a hostia envenenada la devuelve a tu boca

Temo, pero aún así permanezco
triste en la desmesura
sola en mi amor por los espejos.

LA PIEDRA

Yo sé por qué te duele
atraer con furia la piedra hasta los dientes
y arrojarla después como si nada
a la danza magnética
donde acaba el milagro

Con el tiempo te haz vuelto ciega
encandiláronte los verbos
la incandescencia de los verbos dolorosos
Te aniquilaron las alimañas palabreras
el susurro esquizofrénico de la naturaleza del hombre

Yo sé
que tu lamento no cesará jamás
porque tu hambre es mi hambre
y ese pan se hizo carne
se hizo fuego imposible de llevarse a la boca.

_{(a Alejandra Pizarnik)..........}

CAUÑICÚ

Me transforme en pasto verde verde
De ladera o manto de mallín
En liquén vivo y reluciente
Y en su escarcha
En agua y en serpiente
Me transformé en el alma de un caballo
Para amar la flor perdida de la grieta

Me transforme en la velocidad de la nieve
Cuando traspasa las heridas de la tierra
En el poeta que soñamos
Sin asma ni estigma

Yo soy del aire
Del aire verde y alzado
Yo estoy más lejos de la sangre que de sol.



"Hay dentro de la luz
una luz más pequeña
que es oscura"
_{Convite (fragmento)}

+

music:Pyramid Song - Radiohead
book: El Túnel - Ernesto Sábato

<sub>i don't think i have anything to say anymore.

i might be wrong, of course.

p.s. away is just the exception that proves the rule.
...so is last page.
ok, that was unexpected.+</sub>

+prints+

"November 15, 1861. - I sometimes think the day will come when all modern nations will adore a sort of American god, a god who will have been someone who lived as a human being and about whom much will have been written in the popular press: images of this god will be set up in the churches, not as the imagination of each individual painter may fancy him, not floating on a Veronica cloth, but fixed once and for al by photography. Yes, i foresee a photographed god, wearing spectacles."

_{-from the Journal of Edmond and Jules de Goncourt.}



+prints+

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+they do have full-range softwares, too.+