יום חמישי

~ L'ENFANT ABDIQUE SON EXSTASE...

- MAIS L'HOMME N'ABDIQUE PAS

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The power of man's imagination is greater than all the poisons –
No need for cocaine. Everything is a drug for the man
Who chooses to live on the other side.


    A poetic force leads the phantoms of reverie
    My poetic force animates all my senses;
    Reverie becomes for me polysensorial.
    From the poetic passage,
    I receive a renewal of the joy of perceiving,
    A subtlety of all senses -
    A subtlety which bears the privilege
    Of a perception from one sense to another,
    In a sort of aroused Baudelarian correspondence.
    Awakening, my heart beats
    Ah! How a passage which pleases me can make me live!

    I learn that the poorest objects are sachets of perfume,
    That, at certain times,
    Internal lights render opaque bodies translucent,
    That every sonority is a voice.
    How the cup from which I drank as a child rings!
    From all over, coming from all objects,
    An intimacy lays siege to me.
    Yes, truly I dream while composing,
    I soar highest, no one can reach me!

    The reverie which works poetically
    Maintains me in an intimate space
    Which does not stop at any frontier
    – a space uniting the intimacy
    Of my being which dreams with the intimacy
    Of the beings which I dream.

    It is within these composite intimacies
    That a poetics of reverie is coordinate.
    The whole being of the world
    Is amassed poetically around the
    Mind of the dreamer: my mind,
    A beautiful mind.

    I am a dreamer, and through my fantastic dream
    I reach my creative ecstasy.
    With or without you. With you, if you so wish…
    See me flying among clouds of heaven? See me?
    I’m gone.

    Like a painter who likes to live
    The object in its ever particular appearances,
    I will be able to return the dream
    To the picturesque life of my mind,
    A manifest psychic activity
    In a world homogenous with my being,
    Where everything is welcome
    And my imagination travels the universe.


7 Comments:

Anonymous sunshiny girl said...

I say again multiple mental orgasms whilst reading your words...Il mio dio

5:01 לפנה״צ  
Blogger Wanderer In Love said...

Such is the force of the imagination
Its like rushing water on a hill
Kissing the landscape but never still
Gathering the swirls into the ocean
Bottomless,vivid,always in motion

8:21 לפנה״צ  
Blogger daubmir said...

I really felt this piece, Renu, I truly did: it deeply represents my interiority. Do you understand? If you have fully empathised, if you felt it as yours -- as you show in your verses above -- then I've finally found my other body, and I don't need anyone else but you.
The others can go and fly off...

What did you say sometime ago? Let's croon to each other's content --- the rest of the world can rot!

3:57 אחה״צ  
Anonymous daubmir said...

But it may be you are just imbueing yourself with mine, to then mutate it into yours...and grow in the poetical process...?

Ahaaaarrrrgggghhh!!! I can't find no satisfaction, goes the song!

6:27 אחה״צ  
Anonymous sunshinypassionategirl said...

Embers of frenzied passions ignited
Intrinsic jewels sequestered
Love in unison arisen

Transformation

Mortal melded with celestial
Ascending with soul harmony
A divine summoning

Spiritual journey
Destination imminent
Culmination of
Sea and sun as one

2:55 לפנה״צ  
Blogger Wanderer In Love said...

I do not even know your name
Nor does it matter
I do not know know whether you are on earth or the moon
But You are You
Immutable,Devil,Divine,
To me you are wine
Intoxicating
And Drunk, I write
When I am sober,I cannot
You are my fluoroscent light
Fulfilling like Spring is to blossoming flowers

5:46 אחה״צ  
Anonymous daubmir said...

I would love this in Hindi... and I would love to hear its sound from your voice

1:40 אחה״צ  

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