VI
Despair invites the supernatural.
The old man leaps out of the window to
find himself weightless and laughing.
The window is now a large pair of lips which whisper "Get something going here."
The old man can not find his body but he recognizes his voice.
The old man finds such commands dull.
"You had your chance."
The old man leans out of the window and wonders.
VIII
Interior events covet his desires.
The strings have not begun their
inevitable loosening.
With a shrug of the shoulders
he breaks the glass in his hand.
XII
Out of sequence.
The shadows are rising.
Out of sequence.
The shadows begin their assault.
In perfect sequence. The shadows
embrace him like a brother.
XXI
(…)
war. children picking thru spoils…
sled eyes oily pamphlets and statues
of angels.
children mounting… humping… licking…
defacing the statues of angels…
childs pressing their chins into
the sharp niches that were
once the necks of marble angels.
heads in fields smiling sarcastically
into the waxy sky.
fin.
eat the dawn.
eat the dawn.
eat the dawn.
Patti Smith & Tom Verlaine,
The Night,
poems #6, 8, 12 and 21,
Aloes Books London, 1976.
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«Wir leben unter finsteren Himmeln, und –es gibt wenig Menschen. Darum gibt es wohl auch so wenig Gedichte. Die Hoffnungen, die ich noch habe, sind nicht groß. Ich versuche, mir das mir Verbliebene zu erhalten. »
Paul Celan, 18 mai 1960, Lettre à Hans Bender.
