Ruxandra Cesereanu in the Chelsea Hotel 2009 |
by Ruxandra Cesereanu |
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Ruxandra met two old-timers on the Chelsea's fifth floor instantly: they invited us into their ancient apartments & studios and nearly captured her. She'd still be there if she didn't have to be in Cluj and Galilee.
Chelsea Hotel & The Third Millenium
You are a skyscraper of the saints vagabonds A mantra with red & black hair Exploded in an acid trip highway You are a raincoat for sweet paranoic human beings with scapulars & sex loving gods mattress tattooed magic trash gipsy cigarettes Indian candles chocolate toys revolutionary coffee Fountains of chess & fresh skins & freedom circus exciting The psycho subway is always inside us As the shaken lights are also inside Prophecies & toilets sliding together Thieves of silk & ugliness with pearls Kitchens of dying tamburines & fools with flash eyes The custumers are searching the very heart of Chelsea Hotel Through a spaghetti vocabulary The Unfinished is near us as a great winter We are infected and happy in Chelsea Hotel We are eating mystic pain and becoming soft donkies Envolved in an electric kiss There is no redemption anymore just a shamed vanished knowledge Oooooh we languished for a luminescent leprosy For a cosmic hospital where nothing is forbidden & insanity is at free charge & the wound is naked & seduction is a turmoil & nothing is nothing & even the dust could be poetry Neglection full with junkies Here at Chelsea Hotel The morphine portofolio of saints vagabonds In exchange for a magnified life And for the sainthood of cinnamon and transfusions All the famous people with convalescent brains are here in Chelsea Hotel Because to be here is a concept of life & a snakeskin inside a Polaroid camera Because to be here is a black-and-white shaped whirlwind Across all the bridges & runaways & lepidopterian abductions & esoteric doll rooms & nonsocial working butterflies.
(Here I stayed eating a mountain of shrimps with Andrew The Neworlishire Cat talking near Babylon in the new millennium. B ut there were no crows or barbarians.) @font-face { font-family: "Times"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } |
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