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#GloPoWriMo 2018 22 – mapping

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the stars cannot rearrange

themselves in the sky

& yet here you are

changing the pinpoint over my head

making me lose directions

& maps of where i thought i thought

i would be & be going

at this point in time but it was space

that you changed & i was a fool

not to see that chance & you seized

the opportunity as you drew

new constellations on our skin

ladles & spoons replacing bears

pyramids where arrows flew &

sails instead of falls though fall we did

through hallways of cold light

& of cold nights after sudden rain

& we rearranged ourselves

in your bed bodies shifting

mapping out another sky

prompted

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#GloPoWriMo 2017 9 – altrove

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Lasciateci entrare in un mondo più vasto

in uno spazio che non ci appartiene

senza intenzione di sottrarre a nessuno:

niente mappe per tornarci niente strade

solo coordinate trovate per caso in un valore

mancante ad un calcolo a margine.

Le dimensioni che ci diamo non bastano

se non a trovare al centro l’unione l’inizio

il punto d’origine da cui partire da qua.

NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2016 30 – Teoria dell’impatto

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Sono le 4.13 del primo gennaio 2010. Le tende sono mezze tirate. La luna mi fa vedere la ragazza addormentata accanto a me, dandomi le spalle. Ha delle forme a stella tatuate lungo la spina dorsale. Ognuna più piccola della precedente, fino a che il vuoto sotto al piumone mi rende impossibile vederne altre. Ci siamo conosciuti stanotte. Con la punta delle dita misuro la distanza tra le prime due stelle. Poi la dimezzo, poi ancora, poi ancora. Perché l’infinito non è spazio e tempo, è un processo.

(Input da Napowrimo.net per oggi era di tradurre una poesia. Gioco in casa. Originale inglese di William Letford, ‘Impact Theory’ in Bevel.)

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140story – Yet Another

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I seem to have a theme running, and sometimes it twinkles.

As always, the site is miniaturestory.org, and it is wonderful. Always.

Sides

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There is a square in the town
in the city where she lives
which isn’t.
It has three sides
of flagstone and brick
and then two more: an inside
and outside.
The inside feels, for all intents and purposes,
like flagstone and brick,
like sandstone and rock,
like concrete and mud.
The outside feels different.

There is a man on a bridge
in the city where she lives
who draws his life day after night
fighting the creatures on one side
and the other.
He knows the flagstone and brick
of the outside and inside
he knows the stars and sky.

There is a woman in a room
in a house in the city where she lives
who looks like a page from a book
but only for one day, one day in the year.
She knows the concrete and sweat
of the inside and outside
she knows the leather and print.

There is a book, there is a room
there is a bridge, there is a sky
They are the outside of the square
which is not a square in one
but multiple cities
of France of England of Morocco
and yet of brick and stone
and of stars and sky
of outside and of inside.