Weird Elephants/Neuilly/Concept Album

Track 1—Lula Carry me home in an oxcart Crying mad “Is there more, is there more?” Tolling the bells resolutely Waiting for people who won’t come anymore— Track 2—Boy from Pittsburgh I was on the same Greyhound with you and Your hipster wife except I slept the whole trip No time at 30 for the landscape, baby, Don’t blame me—and the cars have ruined the … Continue reading Weird Elephants/Neuilly/Concept Album

“Paghayo” ni Anna Akhmatova (2)

Ang lupang ito, hindi man aki’y Mananatili pa rin sa aking gunita— Ang dagat niyang kay lamig at kay tabang, Ang buhanging simputi ng umaga, Ang hangin niyang langô, ang mga punong Binabalot ng pula tuwing dapithapon— Dapithapon! Ikinukubli ng bawat mong sinag Ang patapós ng araw, ang patapós ng mundo, Saka iiwan akong hubad sa piling ng aking mga sikreto. 1964 Continue reading “Paghayo” ni Anna Akhmatova (2)

Ai Weiwei and other visions of New York (Op. 1055)

1. What use have I for these Cocacolabottles———7 yrs, the beard has grown unmanageable 2. Flee chugoku wit’ a jaropearls is this good enough for your mother 3. Mastah, not even egypt was old enough for you what shall we do now what shall we ever do? 4. Nothing the world has yet to be carved from this urn the mounens from this heap of … Continue reading Ai Weiwei and other visions of New York (Op. 1055)

This is the stuff of nightmares (1)

Leafing through my notebooks from three or four years back, I feel a certain vertigo in recognising in their pages the self I once was, and which however hard I may try, I cannot reconcile with the self I conceive myself to be today. All history is lost to us; our personal histories in a grander, more tragic scale. Sometimes it feels as if I … Continue reading This is the stuff of nightmares (1)

Sur la folie d’aimer

un monologue après M. D’Arcy I Elle est comme les nuages de la nuit. Mais, hélas, pourquoi fais-je ces comparaisons niaises, pourquoi suis-je incapable de dire que je l’aime et qu’elle m’aime. Ô l’amour, la joie, la jeunesse : ô les choses inébranlables, les choses indifférentes au monde ! II Mardi. Je suis à Paris pour la deuxième fois. Mais maintenant, c’est une autre Paris, qui ne … Continue reading Sur la folie d’aimer

Ballade pour Regina Spectre

1.Facts Annouchka has already bought the sunflower oil. Her carelessness you have always said is amusing. You are amused by innocence, how silly. Yet the same innocence it is that must be plucked, you said, plucked lest it overgrow thee, lest it corrupt thee, lest it… No: at age nine, ten, innocence becomes passé. It is no good pretending we are young at eleven. They … Continue reading Ballade pour Regina Spectre

Excerpt from “Jacques le Sentimentaliste”

from Jacques le Sentimentaliste Joachim Vas (translated from the French by Josephine Martin and Hillary Olsen)   Do you remember the image of the fading rose at its last moments Before memory (yours and mine) consumed it? The light of your cigarette cast upon it shadows more beautiful Than even you and I: the shadows that mingle with the smoke from Your cigarette are dancing … Continue reading Excerpt from “Jacques le Sentimentaliste”