~ L'ENFANT ABDIQUE SON EXSTASE...
- MAIS L'HOMME N'ABDIQUE PAS
je te prie de m'écouter
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.
je te prie de m'écouter
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.
5 Comments:
I say again multiple mental orgasms whilst reading your words...Il mio dio
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!
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!
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
I would love this in Hindi... and I would love to hear its sound from your voice
הוסף רשומת תגובה
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