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#GloPoWriMo 2018 21 – Pesca una carta

Standard

all’inizio del turno
fai in modo di avere
più tempo per altri
progetti che non pensavi
di dover completare

a metà del turno
fai in modo di pensare
a quello che è passato
e a quello che ti rimane
addosso dopo il fatto

alla fine del turno
fai in modo di lasciare
meno tracce di quello
che volevi di quello che
avresti sperato un tempo

il turno in senso orario
non si ferma e in realtà
toccherà di nuovo a te

#nerdnights

Quest

Standard

You seek that one word
a brief cluster of wit.
You want it to convey
the entire cosmos of the text
its spiralling worlds
in a single, dynamic particle.

You search for the
ultimate starting point
the liberating bracket
the line to be crossed
but it eludes you.

You think of games
and nobility, mysteries
and systems, that’ll-do
and that’s-not-right,
sleeplessness, frustration
climbing, digging, clutching
at the dregs of inspiration
for one more drop.

You sigh, sit back, and shrug.
Fuck it. It’s just a title.

NaPoWriMo Day 22 – I Want a Language

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I want a language spanning galaxies
reaching from limitless end to limitless end.
I want a language so minutely detailed
it can talk of quarks and bosons
and conversations between electrons.
I want a language that says what it means
referring to reality with each spoken thought.
I want a language that lies past
similes, onto metaphors, untruthfully signifying
a reality too hard to grasp.
I want a language that fits like a coat
with enough pockets to stash words in
so that when I find something new
I can take some of it with me.
I want a language a little tight around the waist
just enough to be uncomfortable
so I might stretch it and even break it.
I want a language that spits in the face
of structures and generations and derivations.
I want a language that does not care
if it is pure, tainted, original or functional.
I want a language that does not fall short
when trying to talk about…
Most of all, I want a language with which to tell stories
that may have happened once upon a time, or now
or in days still to come.

NaPoWriMo Day 18 – 翻訳

Standard

Carrying across
from there to here
and bridging gaps
in between.
Opening windows
on darkened rooms
and putting up mirrors
that either reflect
or generate light.
Looking at tapestries
but from the back,
and betraying
or being unfaithful.
Pouring things
into other containers
and even squeezing jellyfish.

We’ve had enough.

We’d rather be lifted
on broad dark wings.
On broad dark wings
over fields and crops.
Sowing and spreading
scattering seeds
only to please
only to please you,
dear reader, and bring
other words to your eyes.