Friday, March 15, 2013

two selves





1.

I am nothing other
than a bloodstain
that speaks.


2.

Darkening darkness.
--there,
bright gates.


Nichita Stănescu
(my translation)





4 comments:

  1. N.B.: i am combining two, separate short poems of Stanescu's ...

    Autoportret

    Eu nu sunt altceva decât
    o pată de sânge
    care vorbeşte.

    *

    Haiku

    Întunecând întunericul,
    iată
    porţile luminii.


    ,

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  2. these are perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    (and now i am going to say something so silly and which will make you - hopefully - laugh: in the second photo, this is how i imagine Mephisto, intensely-brooding, concentrated energy, on the verge between light and darkness... and what with that crown of flames :-)

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  3. @ Roxanne comment to crown of flames, I do hope it made you laugh because it certainly made me chuckle :))

    We all nothing but bloodstains that speak
    ( some more than others)

    Great post james

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  4. i am absolutely stopped by the first poem and the first photo. i feel knocked right on my ass and struck dumb. i want to revolt.

    and the second! what a transformation.

    i feel you have married these two poems so rightly. they stand on the same plot of land looking in opposite directions.

    i feel only ascension in the second photograph despite the gravity of man's face. i want to live here, facing what he faces. not the other. i can not/could not bear (only) the other.

    xo
    erin

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