domingo, 7 de septiembre de 2008

una parte de un poema de Michael Palmer


What I like most is to stay in my apartment.

So that is my whole life, pared of anecdotes.

I go out occasionally to look at a dance.

Otherwise the usual joys, worries and inner mourning.

Occasionally in an old boat I navigate the river

when I find the time.

Water swallows the days.

I think maybe that's all

I have to say

except that an irregular heart sometimes speaks to me.

It says, A candle is consuming a children's alphabet.

It says, Attend to each detail of the future-past.

Last night the moon was divided precisely in half.

Today a terrifying wind.

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