Enomoto Saclaco, tr. Eric Selland

 

Poème Symphonique for 100 Fragments

(Un texte en hommage à György Ligeti)

[poems 00-10]

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00
What is placed there before us is a still life... or not.

 

01
No need for concerns about immorality. What is standing before us is not a gigantic Trojan horse, but one reed, so to speak.

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02
Grape vines cling to the wings of the silver-plated fetus of a mythical beast that devours dreams, but the delicate ankles of the merciful shepherd have bloody teeth marks.

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03
Who painted the taxidermy of a certain marriage with coal tar?

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04
Multiple ears grow from the rigid rat corpse in the dark green perfume bottle, but it doesn’t mean as much as a molten bronze neck.

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05
A screw is fitted to a twilight Mars and above the dangling chromosomes the celestial globe blinks, then under the feeble light of a fluorescent lamp cut through by the afterimage of a girl who ought to have grown on an apple tree, the screams of leather shoes can be heard.

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06
On an evening of driving wedges into a number of inconspicuous constellations and waiting for the brandy to be poured, frost alights on the lens of the monocle.

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07
The quietly trembling tail of the rainbow-colored lizard that creeps along the cell wall penetrates the orbit of a wildcat and drowns in the bright urine of a pregnant woman.

 

08
The oval shape of something dry and murky whose name I don’t know licks the morning dew which slides gently along the blade of the cutting shears.

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09
The lid of a vessel—perhaps being randomly placed on the sand is the destiny of salt flame.

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10
Was Pegasus born so that he could be heated by the bell of a clock tower?