Poison by Ruxandra Cesereanu |
by Ruxandra Cesereanu |
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New Orleans magic poison distilled by Romania's great poet!
There is here a vertigo of the things we love & hate as a sex full of opiates & shadows There is here a moon as an onion for the witches’ brew at the margin of the districts There is here a special blood of the afternoon with fatal embraces There is here a cosmic curse for being too alive and shining monstrously There is here a dazzled murder of ourselves in a state of invention A counter-revolutionary corpse with a scent of the inhuman genius A congenital breath of possessing death as a desired nipple I know I know I know this is a territory for mirroring digestive anxieties The city as a warm scar with soft blades outside just as to open ardor and it’s corridors Now I’m a fetichist whirlpooled in Mississippi’s mud Neworphiliac as a chamber with dark lilies I know I know I know There is the beginning and there is the end of the beginning The convulsion and the fur of brains & the skin of emptiness The brutal sweet summer of drunken children & the flesh of a passionate demon between worlds Poisoned thirst & reconciling wounds & unborn aromas & the purulent dream of the vicious wonderers & the plasma of excruciating kisses & the graveyard of solid reality gazing at hidden gardens In each of us there is a cliché for profanations & a repulsion for beauty through rotten diamonds I know I desire I have & I am I am a mad woman and you are my mad murmurs and sands.
New Orleans, September 24, 2010
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