MORE

The more than the more. I should set fire to every stone. Only then could I find some peace in my stomach. So uneasy and inarticulate are my first signs of motion. And well fixed on the rivers my coming hands. Nude is the time towards which...
The further than the further.

écriture

"Les signes ne comprennent pas les cygnes."

Mais il n'y a rien de compréhensible dans les cygnes en dehors des signes. J'avance dans la compréhension de leurs ailes, plumes et migrations par les signes que je lance à leur poursuite.

Je ne suis pas un langage, la vie ne se loge pas dans les textes. Quoiqu'il soit presque vrai. Il est beacoup de matière et de force dans les symboles qui coulent dans mes veines, par exemple le symbole "Toi", "Moi-à-Toi"... Ce symbole m'y injecte et la vie s'y enchaîne sensible et excessive. C'est bien cela "moi": un signe qui frappe sur la peau pour trancher ou nourrir ou quelque chose d'autre.

melodias e outros líquidos

em redor do corpo dança o fogo. seus ciclos eólicos de unir.

minhas mãos mudas desejariam muito esse fim líquido como se fossem uma língua de areia e nada. desejariam muito meus olhos paralíticos a ciência, o método, a arte da melodia que flui com duas vogais dolorosas em busca de um instante. um instante somente seria tudo. navegar pelo fogo. é aí que as alianças dos lábios se fazem e desfazem.
careço de subir e descer ao ritmo certo dos sóis possíveis, oscilando para o mais-do-que-sol.
tenho também grandes feridas subcutâneas que crescem de noite e que dormem somente com carícias de luz

waters

"I am a woman, I die at every breath." And every song enlarges my madness.
I find no happiness in land or in waters. I do understand not the bare voices of my masts... always in quest for bodies... ever-away ever-living... there wings wounds... like scattered birds in my veins... upstream, downstream... full of fruits and crescent moons striking the fearless harps... Neither you nor me can leap and touch the words that take madness captive. Birds should talk of love, of those dreamy bodies I am weeping for. Yet they only break songs by songs into circles of ever-living ever-away bodies that sink smoothly as the sun rises... promising to conquer every winged desire... kiss for kiss...
"All that ever loved
Have loved that way - there is no other way"
All the lips must obey the same thirst wholly
or be not in the world.

tendresse

un accès de tendresse m'égare sur le vide extérieur. c'est ainsi que les jeunes aprennent à battre les villes d'un bout à l'autre, et à incendier les fleuves à l'envers comme si leur peau étaient une atmosphère qui tombe et coule et flambe vers le centre de tous les ponts vifs

an aching gap in words

There are many gaps between words. some very intense and burning and aching gaps between words and words and bodies and bodies...
I recall a silence of mine, a silence-Me, blowing, detonating, in harmony with those gaps. There were nameless times, really nameless and eventful. The hour was ripe for in-depth studies on winds and waves and thunders. The surprisingly strong thing happened when the feeling of silence and the feeling of thunder reached the high point of total fusion.
My dwelling evidence of craving for X exploded on time and before its time. All at once. Time was disrupted like a torn muscle, for ever uncapable of telling the story of its long dynamics - as well as its most cherished substantive resting gestures. Maybe because of the primal aching gap. However sweet an explosion may be, I still do not venture my unbroken bones through that forest of nascent symbols. still

fons et origo

I believe the feeling of muscles and joints explicates the distance and the texture of space by virtue of a fine sensitivity to surfaces, a bodily-drawing-of-surfaces: upon, from, over, against, through, into, apart, behind, under, between...
If two cutaneous surfaces are wholly sensitive to each other and able to trace their mutual innervation, then they generate an extended space and a map of differentials and a system of motions to come.
Were I skin-blind, I could nothing but doubt my journeys