I
write, write
if you suffer, use your pain
take her by the hand, touch her
how to handle a brick,
hammer, a nail,
a rope, a blade;
a tool, after all.
If you're crazy, as you certainly are
use your madness: the ghosts
that fill your existence
use them as feathers for pillows;
or like fine sheets
for one night love;
or as extermination flags
of rifle regiments.
II
Use your hallucinations: an
ectoplasm serves to illuminate
a circle on the wooden table
how much it takes to write a lovely thing –
use the electric lights
of a sick mind
cook your food with the fire of your heart
temper your wounded soul
the salad, the red wine
red as blood, or white
like the sap of a cut and dying plant.
III
Use your death: kindness
of your worms' gothic graphics
the breaks chosen out of nowhere
that accentuate your words
breathless and ceremonious;
use your shroud, your candlesticks,
the litanies you can compose
– a hum to a melody – improbable
of the spheres.
IV
Use your total hell:
warm the stumps of your soul;
freeze the genital burnings;
with your fingernail, write in your blank:
One Paragraph.
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Comments (3)
These lines - really deep and heartfelt. From using madness to total hell, love it!
Gosh, this was so brilliant! You did an amazing job on this!
This resonated very deeply with me. I love the imagery you present for the creative process! Fantastically done!