The postmodern so-cie-ty
had a depersonalised con-science;
many distinct voices were heard;
many different "lives" were "lived"
by beings who would die
their mad daily death dis-u-ni-ted;
but there were many children-bytes.
The gigapopulation was a rubbish heap
that they seemed alive.
Listen to the waves of heaven:
The dead singing mutely ( )".
(The FINAL INTERVISION which was spoken of).
"I see myself between - God and him -The Devil -
as if The Day was the Good and
The Night the Evil
wingless ships of fire
vessels of stone crossing the cosmos;
sick of existence forever;
I see myself amongst dragons of concrete
that Cast fire from their wings which consumes and consumes them
I see them between life-and-death,
I see them amongst chi-monkeys."
THE WORLD JUST DISAPPEARED A SECOND AGO.
"Who is talking to me then?"
My existence was virtual;
I always pretended to live
and the truth was that alone
I would die, I would die!.
(INTERLUDE IN CONCRETE)
Animals are crossed with buildings:
oh, concrete placenta!
My arms cry your blood
mixture of pain and humiliation of the flesh;
The inanimate come back to LIFE!
Every animate animal is dead!
So that the night of your memory cries,
hey, Master of the mixed-bloods!
There are buildings that sleep
in my interior;
in their windows are seen
the phantasms of my spirit
that leave at night to wander
narcoticized wandering through ancient avenues
but I am the one who never leaves
ah, wanderer in my interior
Steel birds come
wailing computer songs
exhausted by the afternoon
ancient looks remain in the petrification
of sensual organs;
they don't know where they come from or where they're going,
for the first time it is man who
"directs" their flight:
where I want to go to sing,
whistles a solidly airy bird
and the nothing within does not reply
Perhaps it would be better to stop and still the flight
What does my boss say?
Can I? ( ).
Heaven has been stopped
in search of lost hope
space is stopped
Alone, ah, alone!
all worlds, yes,
The whole sky was inserted into earth through
its smallest orifices
grasping the sea with its free hands it was an unborn who had a baby
and he was born
next to death, alive,
while there were those who dialogued alone
with indifferent buildings
that passed by on the way
Skyscrapers for arms and legs
an electronic synthesiser for a head;
a spaceship for a heart;
a sphere for buttocks
and the sea of rock as a delirium that has gone
spinning peacefully through
the shadow-filled breast.
What I was what I will be what I am
(galactic waste-scrapped satellite-)
and the pain (of God)
Ah, From Within.
ODYSSEUS, SEEING HOMER
I saw the tide of waves of phantom buildings,
that came from other legions, strangers;
their black veils fell sad and lugubrious
wave after wave from heaven to my time..
Shedding painful tears was inevitable
in each one, a soul was shattered by the concrete
sea water that came to die
intent on killing the dawns of my calm
AH, I was dying in each wave
in each ghost the front part of
my impotent past was leaving me
but if I was dying I was not moaning,
the sea of my dream yes;
and now Outside of myself, I was being reborn,
to fight emboldened against the iniquity of cement,
that was already covering the whole firmament
and as no time was left I made the weapon of my steel
and, crazy, crazy!
I drilled and drilled through that terrifying sea to its ultimate limits
and beat beat with the rhythm of natural feeling
so that the water would become water again and the
sky would be transformed into sky!.
Ship of water on
Sea of stone
The crimson arms
of afternoon fluttered
My language left my tongue
and was the antifrasis and the aphasia, and the visual hiperbaton,
the stopping of time and of things.
and the anxiety of eternity of the here and now! YOU ARE!
That there was a skyscraper in front of me
did not impress me at all
What did was the trivial expression of its inhabitants
There was a sad morphine look about them;
even more when I saw the fields sown with the fright in their eyes:
the cows would give birth in these meadows to black nights that had no
destiny but to die,
to kill the hunger, the pain, the madness of living far from the centre
of its breast.
and from its back hung necrophiliac cities.
The inhabitants were injected
so as not to feel alone
It devoured interplanetary worlds
when it was feeling more peaceful
it drank the soup of happiness and every afternoon went walking
around other worlds
to stretch its pains.