jueves, 26 de mayo de 2011

"Riding seaward on the waves"


"And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.


(...)


I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

                                                      T.S ELIOT - The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock



Field Rotation - Acoustic Tale 2 by FluidAudio


The Uncompromising Cruelty
(The Cruel Birefringence )






Time cracked and

fell with a clatter
like a
spoon
upon the platter
in an empty
dinning-room

Bite it!

in the plumbing
voices
drip dripping
(how it haunted you the plumbing!)
shatter of
teeth, gritted

[and then Prufrock took a deep breath, and you went pale]

The
orphaned flowerpots
cigarette butts
among the gravel
tossed
ashen leaves
(like your skin was!)
bleaching
in the wind

Across the window
the curtain was always
drawn.

and you stood in the doorway

In the doorway
you stood.





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