Memory Board / Auf Spitzen, 27th of December 20.
Memory Board / Auf Spitzen
Memory Board/Auf Spitzen
Memory Board/Auf Spitzen It’s crock and knees and brooks and tearsIt’s cork and breeze torments and fearsLet us see spikes and kite and knightsRandomly spread out on the sheetKnitted in some curtain of nightCan't see the canvas but bet it’s rottenBugs and woodworms larvae you name itLet us celebrate some invisible tragedyShakespeare was born in... Lire la Suite →
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts Je trouve ça drôle ces traductions en ligne. Celles-ci sont plutôt pas mal, on voit le texte autrement. J’ai été amusé par exemple que le jeu de mots du dernier vers disparaisse au profit d’un sens que je n’avais pas complétement en... Lire la Suite →
Fishermen at Sea
Fishermen at Sea Are we still afloat in the wide open seaCan we see one's fellow not too far from one's sightCan you still reach my hand with some accuracyWill your shoulder by mine lean against this long night Under the dark sky let us raise our tempestsWe must be brave together to form a... Lire la Suite →
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind A blossom fall is the measure upA lonely tune is a miseryI can lose myself in a lonely roomI can easily fall off my treesLike a flower in a caveLike a bird in a cage I can’t feel the wind I’ve been waiting for the sun... Lire la Suite →
Christopher-Thomas the Saint
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Thomas the Saint
Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →
Crocodile Tears Blues
Crocodile Tears Blues Because I got those bluesIt doesn’t mean I’m darkLike a contempted moonI’m shining all inside Coal as to be compressedTo become a diamondIt takes couples of yearsTo really find a smile Oh please don’t glow for nothingPlease don’t expand your loveIn this desert of timesYou sould not swim in this poolThere's a... Lire la Suite →
A Dream Told Me
A Dream Told Me The sweat has dripped for nothingBut to swamp the sheetsA dream told meI was afraid to meet Furthermore all the shapesOf this demon of yoursLightness as heavy as stoneA dream told meI was stuck to my bone Many stand in the crowdJust one but he traps youAnd he touches with his... Lire la Suite →
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back The best idea the one I don’t want to embrace When I’m tired to death when I sudden get low And when I feel my face is drowning with the flow Infinity is always slow empty shadow empty burden Under the bridge the time has stopped to make it... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 