You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
El que flores mastica
y flores traga
y por tanto flores come
de varios tipos
y a todas horas
no lo hace pensando
en estar más cerca
de la naturaleza
lo hace pensando
en el vacío interior
el que piensa en el vacío
no lo hace pensando
lo hace sin querer.
Legna Iglesias Rodríguez – “Arrancaba las flores y se las comía / Tearing Out and Eating Flowers” via Adrian Brinkerhoff Poetry Foundation and O, Miami.
A place of recognition, a mirroring of the psychic spaces and inner landscapes deployed throughout the city.
“If war has an opposite, gardens might sometimes be it” (Solnit)
… a thing
That suddenly, for blank astonishment,
Charms every sense, and makes all thought take wing,—
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Matilda Gathering Flowers
Touch me, he said.
•
And through that opening
I did.
Lanat Abad / The Place of the Damned by Solmaz Sharif
Place can be a memory holder for paradise or pain. (Pádraig Ó. Tuama, Poetry Unbound)
“I think I’m in hell, therefore I am. It’s the catechism come true. I’m the slave of my baptism. Parents, you’ve created my tortures and yours.—Poor nitwit! Hell can’t wield power over pagans.— This is still life!”
Arthur Rimbaud, Hellish Night, translated by Bertrand Mathieu
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out
of
this
hole—
—
slips
moon —
out
of
this
cloudhole
Elsa Hildegard Baroness von Freytag-Loringhoven, Enchantment
