Brow-perched gargoyles
Thick-blooded demons
Let go of my vessels.
Hand-licking devil
Take you and the slimy entropy
Of your estranged flesh
So offensively close to my arid tongue.
My jaundiced and tormented hunger
For what I will not take from you
Is tearing apart my frayed tissues
And piercing the blisters of my desire.
My beloved I need you.
I need you to hover
Over my island of glowing darkness
Of windswept minds stones and flies
Till death do us part
(Beyond beyond!)
I love you so much
Your love is hurting me.
Your love is hurting me
I love you so much
Beyond the crimson skies
With scraggy wings poised
To scavenge for the decaying debris
Of your sunken memories.
You had called me.
I would have warded off the callous beaks
With the delicacy of my body
Yet you locked me
Out of your blood cell
Left me scratching at the door
Fingering and licking it
For want of your skin
My beloved you have walled in your core
The defence is yours
The imprisonment is mine.
Does every paradise
Need to take a fence?
The void of my familiar anxiety
Is too dense to swim in
From island to mainland
Quiescent mercury floating
On the smooth sea of lead
A mirror of snug oblivion too heavy
For your bleached face and hands to hold
Let not your discordant cries carve the surface
It would take forever to reach your body
Time is grinding to a halt
My beloved I need you.
I need you to let me roost
On my island of glowing darkness
Of windswept minds stones and flies
Till death do us part
(Beyond beyond!)
I love you so much
My love is hurting you.
My love is hurting you
I love you so much
Beyond the intricacy of the physical body.
I sit down at your door once more
Fondling and caressing it.
I am listening to the muffled voice of your pen
Leaking a new masterpiece
Inside your blood cell.
You find me inspiring.
You have been a revealing inspiration
To my stranded anxieties too.
My beloved go on playing
Your sombre sonatas
And saying there is no special key.
You do not need me
To guard your door any more.
My boat is here
The wind is blowing.
Poslano:
01. 03. 2013 ob 16:28
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03. 03. 2013 ob 01:08
Poslano:
02. 03. 2013 ob 14:04
Spremenjeno:
03. 03. 2013 ob 23:24
Jezikovno izčiščena pesem s prepričljivimi metaforami opisuje ljubezen, ki je hkrati pogubna in izpolnjujoča. Ljubezen, ki nikoli zares ne more biti, niti LS nikoli ne more brez nje. Odlično si ujela življenjsko zgodbo umetnika in njegove (hmm) muze ... Čestitam,
Lucija
Poslano:
03. 03. 2013 ob 07:46
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03. 03. 2013 ob 16:31
Hvala, Lucija, za komentar glede zapletene narave medosebnega odnosa, ki v sebi kopiči toliko divergentnih energij. You can't have a cake and eat it. Menda:) So pa vsaj gledalci dobili Bergmanove psihološko poglobljene filmske stvaritve. Tortice na platnu, mnjam mnjam:) Lp, J!
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06. 03. 2013 ob 00:26
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06. 03. 2013 ob 07:53
Pairi.daêza have always come with walls, very handy when fencing with s-words turns to offence. In some cases gargoyle decorated thick ones.
Poslano:
06. 03. 2013 ob 07:47
Spremenjeno:
06. 03. 2013 ob 08:02
In the beginning was the S-word.
Or, as Tom Leonard so aptly put it:
. in the beginning was the word .
in thi beginning was thi wurd
in thi beginnin was thi wurd
in thi biginnin was thi wurd
in thi biginnin wuz thi wurd
n thi biginnin wuz thi wurd
nthi biginnin wuzthi wurd
nthibiginnin wuzthiwurd
nthibiginninwuzthiwurd
. in the beginning was the sound .
One, even a thick one?, cannot go wrong with a bit of decor, by Jove!
bp, a fine bit of wordplay though :)
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