Taci. Su le soglie
del bosco non odo
parole che dici
umane; ma odo
parole più nuove
che parlano gocciole e foglie
lontane.
Ascolta. Piove
dalle nuvole sparse.
Piove su le tamerici
salmastre ed arse,
piove su i pini
scagliosi ed irti,
piove su i mirti
divini,
su le ginestre fulgenti
di fiori accolti,
su i ginepri folti
di coccole aulenti,
piove su i nostri volti
silvani,
piove su le nostre mani
ignude,
su i nostri vestimenti
leggieri,
su i freschi pensieri
che l’anima schiude
novella,
su la favola bella
che ieri
t’illuse, che oggi m’illude,
o Ermione.
Odi? La pioggia cade
su la solitaria
verdura
con un crepitío che dura
e varia nell’aria
secondo le fronde
più rade, men rade.
Ascolta. Risponde
al pianto il canto
delle cicale
che il pianto australe
non impaura,
nè il ciel cinerino.
E il pino
ha un suono, e il mirto
altro suono, e il ginepro
altro ancóra, stromenti
diversi
sotto innumerevoli dita.
E immersi
noi siam nello spirto
silvestre,
d’arborea vita viventi;
e il tuo volto ebro
è molle di pioggia
come una foglia,
e le tue chiome
auliscono come
le chiare ginestre,
o creatura terrestre
che hai nome
Ermione.
Ascolta, ascolta. L’accordo
delle aeree cicale
a poco a poco
più sordo
si fa sotto il pianto
che cresce;
ma un canto vi si mesce
più roco
che di laggiù sale,
dall’umida ombra remota.
Più sordo e più fioco
s’allenta, si spegne.
Sola una nota
ancor trema, si spegne,
risorge, trema, si spegne.
Non s’ode voce del mare.
Or s’ode su tutta la fronda
crosciare
l’argentea pioggia
che monda,
il croscio che varia
secondo la fronda
più folta, men folta.
Ascolta.
La figlia dell’aria
è muta; ma la figlia
del limo lontana,
la rana,
canta nell’ombra più fonda,
chi sa dove, chi sa dove!
E piove su le tue ciglia,
Ermione.
Piove su le tue ciglia nere
sìche par tu pianga
ma di piacere; non bianca
ma quasi fatta virente,
par da scorza tu esca.
E tutta la vita è in noi fresca
aulente,
il cuor nel petto è come pesca
intatta,
tra le pàlpebre gli occhi
son come polle tra l’erbe,
i denti negli alvèoli
con come mandorle acerbe.
E andiam di fratta in fratta,
or congiunti or disciolti
(e il verde vigor rude
ci allaccia i mallèoli
c’intrica i ginocchi)
chi sa dove, chi sa dove!
E piove su i nostri vólti
silvani,
piove su le nostre mani
ignude,
su i nostri vestimenti
leggieri,
su i freschi pensieri
che l’anima schiude
novella,
su la favola bella
che ieri
m’illuse, che oggi t’illude,
o Ermione.
- La pioggia nel pineto - Gabriele d’Annunzio
La nuit la nuit
Les saisons ravinées par l’extase du sang
s’altèrent lentement à la racine
Mais si par jeu mon cœur surprend le temps
L’ancienne crainte se réveille
L’ancienne vie reprend ses droits sur mon sommeil
et multiplie mon innocence vénéneuse à l’infini.
Je sais je sais
Toutes fumées horizontales
C’est l’accent des cités perdues
L’hémophilie s’est partout déclarée
Trois grains d’encens pour trois quintaux de blé
Entre les lignes de l’absinthe qui foisonne
On aperçoit que quelque uns par siècles sont sevrés
Du vertige cruel
De l’interdit vivace
qui défend d’amorcer à la croisée des plaies
le cri du premier feu.
La nuit est chaude et veuve et prisonnière du désir
La capucine se dévêt avec pudeur sous la charmille
A tous les coups le crapaud gagne au jeu d’échecs
contre la folie de l’hermine
Les chandelles gercées font sourire les taupes
Le dragon fui dans la luzerne
et son destin renie trois fois le chant du coq
La lune est comme un fruit
ses chairs rongées par la licorne
son noyau tombe sur la terre
L’arbre naitra qui saura le nommer.
Quelques astres éclos
dans les régions sous-estimées du ciel
périssent sous ma langue
si je donne à la pierre un baiser sans amour
Et mes espoirs épileptiques
tournent en rond
crispant leurs bras à la césure du poème
où vont les grands oiseaux boire le sang du jour.
Tout refleurit dans l’alphabet des craies occidentales
pour l’étranger qui donne un bal sous ma fenêtre.
J’écris j’écris
Surprends le jour
Le jour n’est jour que lorsqu’il est surpris.
- Angèle Vannier
Antony and the Johnsons - Cut of world|Future Feminism
“I’ve been thinking all day about the moon. Like, is it an accident that women menstruate once a month and that the moon comes once a month? Are other animals synchronized in this way with the moon? You know, my brother works in mental health and he says that there’s a lot more hospitalizations and periods of activity during the full moon. It’s a known fact in mental health that people are more excitable around the full moon.
“And then, what about the fact that we’re made of 70% water? And then the whole ocean reacts to the full moon, right? In a serious way. Everything’s ticking around that moon and if we’re 70% water I must be having some — at least homeopathic — relationship with the changing cycles of the moon.
“I can’t escape my obsession with the idea that I’m made out of this place, because I was raised to believe that I fundamentally was constituted of spiritual matter that was from somewhere else like Heaven or from a Sky God. Like Gore Vidal talks about Sky Gods and I really picked up that language because in patriarchal monotheisms we all worship a God elsewhere who has a plan for us in a paradise elsewhere: After we die there will be a paradise waiting for us and this place is like a work station where we sort of get all our ‘T’s crossed and our ‘I’s dotted before we go off to a real spiritual dimension.
“But I’m a witch. I actually de-baptised myself. And what’s great about being transgender is you’re born with a natural religion. It applies almost across the board no matter what culture or economic group or nation that you’re from — you’re almost automatically a witch. None of the patriarchal monotheisms will have you. It’s very clear that in most of those religions you’d be put to death. In many parts of the world you still are put to death.
“Did you hear what the Pope said a couple years ago on Christmas? He said that the marriage of gays and lesbians was as much a threat to the future of our world as the collapse of the rain forests. [audience laughter] So, that gives you a sense — just an inkling to his approach to the homosexual question. [laughs] And that’s just the homosexual question. He didn’t even address the transgender question. [sarcastically] God knows what we’ve caused. All sorts of wars and strife — all manner of hurt.
“I’m worried that the ecology of the world is collapsing and that I won’t have anywhere to be reborn because I actually believe, like, where is any of us going? Where have any of us ever gone? We’ve come back here in some form. Did you know that whales were once land roaming mammals? And then they crawled back into the ocean trying to find something to eat? And then eventually they got rid of their hands and legs.
“I’ve been searching and searching for that little bit of my constitution that isn’t of this place and I still haven’t found it. Every atom of me, every element of me seems to resonate, seems to reflect the great world around me. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that this is God’s best idea — that this manifest world is the frontier of his dream, or her dream in my opinion. So, that’s just my point of view from where I can start to establish a new way to value the world that I’m a part of. Cause if I’m not heading off to paradise elsewhere when I die then I have more of a vested interest in observing a sustainable relationship with this place.
“It’s a very indigenous idea that the Earth is a female, that the Earth menstruates, that the water of the world is the blood of a woman’s body and that’s what we crawled out of just in the same way that we crawled out of our mother’s wombs. It’s the most basic idea; any child could come up with it and it’s so obvious. And yet we’ve been straining for these Sky Gods for a couple thousand years now. And I remember praying to God when I was like six years old. I was raised Catholic and I prayed really hard, and I waited and waited to hear that summons. I think in a funny way, a lot of my music I’m listening for that response still.
“I’ve heard two rumors about the Dalai Lama. One is that he said he wasn’t going to be reincarnating because the world was going to be too dangerous and that’s probably just a rumor. But then I heard a far more interesting new rumor, which is that the Dalai Lama said the next time he incarnates it will be as a girl, which will be the first in the history of Buddhism. But I think that that is the most revolutionary thing he could possibly do and the most helpful spiritual gesture that he could make. And I’m very interested in the feminization of the deities. I’m very interested in Jesus as a girl. I’m extremely interested in Allah as a woman. And contrary to popular opinion, it’s not bad to say that — you can say it. I mean you might get a little letter in the mail but I’m probably due a hundred letters in the mail already, so… [laughs]. It’s a wonderful day to die.
“But nonetheless, Allah as a woman is a critical threshold and Buddha as a mother is another one because I truly believe that unless we move into feminine systems of governance we don’t have a chance on this planet [applause]. And there’s no one else that can lead the masses to do that except for, like, the major religious institutions. And I’m someone who’s looking for a reason to hope, and for me hope looks like feminine systems of governance being instated in, like, the major religious institutions and throughout corporate and civil life. And it might sound far-fetched, but if you look at your own beliefs, just imagine how quickly you accepted the idea that the ocean is rising and the ecology of our world is collapsing. We can actually imagine that more readily than we can imagine a switch from patriarchal to matriarchal systems of governance — a subtle shift in the way our society works.
“It’s obviously a very broad statement — and of course Sarah Palin exists so don’t bother me with that. But, Sarah Palin is working very much within patriarchal systems. I just love that moment when Benazir Bhutto was being interviewed and she just talked about motherhood and daughters and how she wished she’d had done more for the girls of her country. For as problematic as she was, she was an exciting forerunner.”
(Source: 1deux34)
Francis Schlowsky - Les Jumelles et Degas, ca.1990
(Source: regardintemporel)
- Mon enfance, Barbara.
Artist: Black Box Recorder
Track: Child Psychology
Album: England Made Me
Year: 1998
Theme: Spoken Word
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it.
(Source: the-theme-is)
Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue,
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme,
Et j’irais loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme.
- Arthur Rimbaud, Sensation
(Source: profondementnoiretblanc, via afleshfesten)
Les médusées, Damien Jalet, Musée du Louvre.
Danseuses : Meytal Blanaru, Clara Furey, Vittoria De Ferrari Sapetto.
(Source: legraft)
Les médusées, Damien Jalet, Musée du Louvre.
Danseuses : Meytal Blanaru, Clara Furey, Vittoria De Ferrari Sapetto.