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Episode 3: ep. 3 - a reading from Maresciàra - la salle rouge

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itunes pic
eucalyptus camaldulensis
trunk and branches unclothe,
bark sheets
do roll seeming
flutes from super-green nymphs
or severe scrolls;
these fall slowly
with rain inside, scars inside,
cliff’s odors and landscapes,
cliff’s
fires /
leaving place
to a fully new
preserved body
pearl colored,
marine childhood colored.
_________________________
6 ( sardines and Cassiopea,
or a series before a good short poem)

cells water cells
liquid crystal cells
screen cells
if only time wasn’t a pale tool
if I only wasn’t 22 cuspid scorpion in scorpion
sun
Venus in scorpion rising sign in monarchy
childhood in bourgeoisie sky in anarchy
it could be possible to go out and keep
experiencing drugs
-synthetic or not, sharp or not-/
-I’m immobile lava still-
let’s enjoy then
citrus and fish to eat,
let’s enjoy Autumn then,
let’s enjoy sacred figs,
then treasure chest chestnut fruits,
sea salt in the air and fire / I do have less
bile
and it’s quite useless for the verse to wear

laurel or olive crowns
it’s useless for the verse to spy
Artemis nymphs
hidden in a trunk,
Nature considers us poorly.
With short trousers I used to say:
“The most appropriate similarity
for earth and its humans
is a piece of cheese on which mould starts to grow,
in the silence of a fridge,
in the cold light,
surely
bachelor’s fridge
spinster’s fridge,
maybe
at night”.
Then there is the verse rhythm
-punctuation is a bustier-
and there’s the saliva I’d like to drink
the blood I would sleep in,
sperm or humor,
needless to say,
their warmth is nice-
(the gesture of Colombo’s hands to Damiel,
even if Cassiel’s the realest)
I wouldn’t stop anyway,
being moss or Orwell gear even,
even if I could not imagine
that emptiness would have taken the place

of delirium-
No one should be one only,
anyone should be wind/.
Since Giovanni the Poet,
Trezza’s boatman, will die
I will write about when he attacked Liuni
with an axe,
that story will be free from respect and modesty/
the fact that magnificent Verga Verga was been
doesn’t mean no one can write about trezzoti.
It should be remembered that Sicilians
are quite far from abandon themselves
to southerner emotionality and effusions
-I mean, we are not Napolitans-
(with the immense De Curtis respect to them reserved)
We, crazy men and women from Trinacria,
do wear death on us and inside us
the way lemon flowers are sieged by aphids,
like green-blue garfish and its fishbone/.
Anything is a prickly pear,
that must be swallowed without chewing
-teeth cannot win against seeds
so bitterly is swallowed
sweet mouthful of stones and sugar-
and it grows without being planted,
is enough to throw it on the hard soil
or on hard soil shall it fall/
this chaos has inside
the rules of the whole galaxy.
But cells were being discussed
-this world gets us used to skip
from simple boat builders to software,
from sardines to Cassiopea trajectories.
Keeping up with times is needed,
reaching the meteor of progress
until it’s so fast to invert its tendency
and die in itself.
You should see me now,
you should want to see me now.
I shall. Nothing. I shall do nothing.
I have a new pair of British shoes
that smell of feudalism an fox hunting
and a new skin, a thinner one;
sleeping earlier at night,
always having mad sea

on the forehead,
but before that
boredom and cave,
and snake is still
the best creature:

II.
slow fingers in warm flower,
we are amphibians, bites, sighthounds
and nights

fearing dawn;
those copper-surge hair,
my only sight,
that white ass,
my face dwelling
_______________________
storm faced North
are your scapula
and nervous ribs
abode for my palms
the same monsoon
wet us,
cut us
to those rains
those winds
-may they come back-
I would ask
how have you been
________________
Etna, October 2
wild dogs cut the curves
they do know paths between dead rocks
and I come back to you,
the firsts of October,
I was born next to you,
next to your eternal vibration
of darkness and magma
-fox sneer
and black-cerulean grasshopper
hum-,
have you inside me.
those else gorses
something else’s daughters,
appeared between nothing

and sharp stones;
that hump in the high winds,
rusty colored, fox pattern and mighty fire,
standing out in light
light blue sky ,
those scented chestnut trees
to whom I come tired,
who’s sight is always guidance;
that naked still sciara
that looks like our inner
I adore.
____________________
still dreaming (onirica)

series of bloody dreams
waking up like a shattered arthropod ;
mind is plankton,
lion herd facing hyenas,
scum and corrupted sorcerer
still
I do adore
the vegetation oasis on the slopes/
those eternal lichens on late fire,
and I’d have a whole pallet
of that moss growing on bark/
let’s eat cactus flowers then
-desert fashion-,
and blue fish
lyric shaped, snake shaped
clouds today
are islands in upside down sky
around a fish eye and myself,
around an elven pale pearl,
and for an instant
we are nothing
but a Chimera blended to a normal man
reembodied cuspid and ectoplasm,
desire to loose ourselves in the woods,
between clouds and rocks
finding ourselves
dead
fortunately
sleep is seeking me,
the dream of a volcanic landscape
is seeking me.
___________________________
ss.
horse meat
and wild grass-
blood flows honey fashion,
slow apple cider,
shadow pumps inside
blood vessels,
headed to wrist /
the round bone there-
your blood is hissing

under stones,
your mind undresses
melts on your back
like washed tripe
or skin of things/
after a series of dreams
sea like
serpent like
as on sea rocks
shatters
slithers
the filthy splendid thought
that this may not be
you existence
not this you god, hate or self/
you’ll always hear whispers
of the ones that are now suspended or
sinister
fleshless or animus dissidents
If only soul would have been helped faster.
_______________________________________
nice

swallows and winters will come back, fat flowers will,
and it will be negligible or apocalypse in drops;
it is important that the sea do not stops,
and memento mori not to be vain before or after
-particles transfusion will occur-/
nerves and tensions will soften-boiled meat-,
it is important that trees survive us.
II.
All the blood in you
shall slosh out your body
and clot in wing

or shield manner
and this way you’ll walk

with exhausted bronchus
that hitch and taste like iron,
sated with un-cried things only
like a sun or an abyss
inaccessible,
open wide
only to whom

is more clamped in itself
___________________
thank you, sincerely
giovanni s.

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itunes pic
eucalyptus camaldulensis
trunk and branches unclothe,
bark sheets
do roll seeming
flutes from super-green nymphs
or severe scrolls;
these fall slowly
with rain inside, scars inside,
cliff’s odors and landscapes,
cliff’s
fires /
leaving place
to a fully new
preserved body
pearl colored,
marine childhood colored.
_________________________
6 ( sardines and Cassiopea,
or a series before a good short poem)

cells water cells
liquid crystal cells
screen cells
if only time wasn’t a pale tool
if I only wasn’t 22 cuspid scorpion in scorpion
sun
Venus in scorpion rising sign in monarchy
childhood in bourgeoisie sky in anarchy
it could be possible to go out and keep
experiencing drugs
-synthetic or not, sharp or not-/
-I’m immobile lava still-
let’s enjoy then
citrus and fish to eat,
let’s enjoy Autumn then,
let’s enjoy sacred figs,
then treasure chest chestnut fruits,
sea salt in the air and fire / I do have less
bile
and it’s quite useless for the verse to wear

laurel or olive crowns
it’s useless for the verse to spy
Artemis nymphs
hidden in a trunk,
Nature considers us poorly.
With short trousers I used to say:
“The most appropriate similarity
for earth and its humans
is a piece of cheese on which mould starts to grow,
in the silence of a fridge,
in the cold light,
surely
bachelor’s fridge
spinster’s fridge,
maybe
at night”.
Then there is the verse rhythm
-punctuation is a bustier-
and there’s the saliva I’d like to drink
the blood I would sleep in,
sperm or humor,
needless to say,
their warmth is nice-
(the gesture of Colombo’s hands to Damiel,
even if Cassiel’s the realest)
I wouldn’t stop anyway,
being moss or Orwell gear even,
even if I could not imagine
that emptiness would have taken the place

of delirium-
No one should be one only,
anyone should be wind/.
Since Giovanni the Poet,
Trezza’s boatman, will die
I will write about when he attacked Liuni
with an axe,
that story will be free from respect and modesty/
the fact that magnificent Verga Verga was been
doesn’t mean no one can write about trezzoti.
It should be remembered that Sicilians
are quite far from abandon themselves
to southerner emotionality and effusions
-I mean, we are not Napolitans-
(with the immense De Curtis respect to them reserved)
We, crazy men and women from Trinacria,
do wear death on us and inside us
the way lemon flowers are sieged by aphids,
like green-blue garfish and its fishbone/.
Anything is a prickly pear,
that must be swallowed without chewing
-teeth cannot win against seeds
so bitterly is swallowed
sweet mouthful of stones and sugar-
and it grows without being planted,
is enough to throw it on the hard soil
or on hard soil shall it fall/
this chaos has inside
the rules of the whole galaxy.
But cells were being discussed
-this world gets us used to skip
from simple boat builders to software,
from sardines to Cassiopea trajectories.
Keeping up with times is needed,
reaching the meteor of progress
until it’s so fast to invert its tendency
and die in itself.
You should see me now,
you should want to see me now.
I shall. Nothing. I shall do nothing.
I have a new pair of British shoes
that smell of feudalism an fox hunting
and a new skin, a thinner one;
sleeping earlier at night,
always having mad sea

on the forehead,
but before that
boredom and cave,
and snake is still
the best creature:

II.
slow fingers in warm flower,
we are amphibians, bites, sighthounds
and nights

fearing dawn;
those copper-surge hair,
my only sight,
that white ass,
my face dwelling
_______________________
storm faced North
are your scapula
and nervous ribs
abode for my palms
the same monsoon
wet us,
cut us
to those rains
those winds
-may they come back-
I would ask
how have you been
________________
Etna, October 2
wild dogs cut the curves
they do know paths between dead rocks
and I come back to you,
the firsts of October,
I was born next to you,
next to your eternal vibration
of darkness and magma
-fox sneer
and black-cerulean grasshopper
hum-,
have you inside me.
those else gorses
something else’s daughters,
appeared between nothing

and sharp stones;
that hump in the high winds,
rusty colored, fox pattern and mighty fire,
standing out in light
light blue sky ,
those scented chestnut trees
to whom I come tired,
who’s sight is always guidance;
that naked still sciara
that looks like our inner
I adore.
____________________
still dreaming (onirica)

series of bloody dreams
waking up like a shattered arthropod ;
mind is plankton,
lion herd facing hyenas,
scum and corrupted sorcerer
still
I do adore
the vegetation oasis on the slopes/
those eternal lichens on late fire,
and I’d have a whole pallet
of that moss growing on bark/
let’s eat cactus flowers then
-desert fashion-,
and blue fish
lyric shaped, snake shaped
clouds today
are islands in upside down sky
around a fish eye and myself,
around an elven pale pearl,
and for an instant
we are nothing
but a Chimera blended to a normal man
reembodied cuspid and ectoplasm,
desire to loose ourselves in the woods,
between clouds and rocks
finding ourselves
dead
fortunately
sleep is seeking me,
the dream of a volcanic landscape
is seeking me.
___________________________
ss.
horse meat
and wild grass-
blood flows honey fashion,
slow apple cider,
shadow pumps inside
blood vessels,
headed to wrist /
the round bone there-
your blood is hissing

under stones,
your mind undresses
melts on your back
like washed tripe
or skin of things/
after a series of dreams
sea like
serpent like
as on sea rocks
shatters
slithers
the filthy splendid thought
that this may not be
you existence
not this you god, hate or self/
you’ll always hear whispers
of the ones that are now suspended or
sinister
fleshless or animus dissidents
If only soul would have been helped faster.
_______________________________________
nice

swallows and winters will come back, fat flowers will,
and it will be negligible or apocalypse in drops;
it is important that the sea do not stops,
and memento mori not to be vain before or after
-particles transfusion will occur-/
nerves and tensions will soften-boiled meat-,
it is important that trees survive us.
II.
All the blood in you
shall slosh out your body
and clot in wing

or shield manner
and this way you’ll walk

with exhausted bronchus
that hitch and taste like iron,
sated with un-cried things only
like a sun or an abyss
inaccessible,
open wide
only to whom

is more clamped in itself
___________________
thank you, sincerely
giovanni s.

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