Tuesday 26 January 2010

Friday 22 January 2010

a tribute to Oriental Elegy

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I go from the feelings, and I think that what always interests me is just those feelings that only a spiritual person could experience: the feelings of farewells and separations. I think that the drama of death is the drama of separation.

In Japanese art there is a concept of mono no aware, sweet sadness, the pleasure of endings, of autumn and seeing a dying leaf. But for Russia, sweet sadness and pleasant farewells are not possible. On the contrary, in the Russian sense of elegy, it's a very deep, vertical feeling, not a delighting one. It gets you deeply, sharply, painfully. It's massive.


Sokurov




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Sunday 17 January 2010

À Mon Seul Désir

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to my only desire

this is a death looking at you
through the flesh of my song





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beauty alone has stirred my soul
and your body, you ask, your body




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caution, my love,
caution toward this night
of my gaze




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who will surrender
the unicorn asks
unfolding her music



(Selfportrait as The Lady with the Silent Bell,
a fanciful re-reading of the Cluny tapestries)

Wednesday 13 January 2010

asking the moon

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Did I
have a soul
did I
have too much.





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I gathered
some
things.

I took
them
inside.

I asked
the
wily Moon.

Looking
down
on me.

I went
on
pathways.




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What stays
are the remains
and memories
of the backhalf
of life
never again
to be first
of things
now among things
I am only.




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There is a sphere
beyond hope
there is light
in the darkness.

This is all
you know
it is enough
to know.



(excerpts from Transcension, Things and Only
by Peter Bradburn)