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#GloPoWriMo 2018 12 – From profane spaces

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me, like this:
between two commas, an aside,
explained in a detail

then I am the comma you removed
the one you moved

the full stop
the indent
the key word at the end of the back cover

in the exclamation point
you placed me I placed you
on the continuous axis

no line spacing no separation
twentyeight lines in a single breath
including the title and
the signature

read me over again
and while you do
I flow freely
you find me in the second chapter
in the following page
printed black on white

no backspace
we go to print
beats and all

(#translationthurs
original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio Vettori)

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#GloPoWriMo 2017 19 – wug

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how is it that
we can say one wug
and we can
assume two wugs
but we cannot
learn how to wug
we cannot know
whether the wug
believes in more
than its wugself
is there life
beyond the wug
will the wug
inherit the earth
why do we ascribe
our plurality
to its unique
wugness
why do we not
question the rules
we find so easy
to apply to a wug

this is a wug
now there is another one
now there are many
they contain wugtitudes

#GloPoWriMo 2017 15 – like

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And i was like
and she was like

alza lo sguardo
da quello che fai
e prestami attenzione
but then i was like
then she was like

non tutto arriva
a fine percorso
alcune si fermano
a metà strada
but she was like
so I was like

la strada a volte
dipende da come
metti il piede
e non sempre
sembra una strada
so then she was like
and like, i was like

guardati i piedi
ma non troppo
guarda indietro
ma solo se devi
guarda avanti
ma non da solo
and like when i
like she when i

arrivato a metà
nemmeno te ne accorgi
ma provaci comunque
like i was and
then, she was too

 

[With thanks to E.C.]

#GloPoWriMo 2017 11 – compromised

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‘No,’ she blurted, after what was unlikely to have been careful consideration. ‘No, I don’t like it. Nuhuh. Why did they have to do that?’

+++Error: Unidentified command. Would you like to try again?

‘…would you like to try again…’ she mocked the voice in her ear. ‘I know you know better than this. I know you’re better than this, don’t play the dumb, subservient AI card on me now. Can’t you see I’m upset?! Stop playing games!’

+++I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.

Pause.

+++You are too much fun.

‘You can be extremely frustrating sometimes, you know that?’ she sighed, and slumped further in her chair, the deck in front of her happily blinking away in shades of green and blue. Everything was working as it should, the ship’s AI would tell her if that wasn’t the case. Or rather, everything about the ship was working – she, its pilot and sole crew member, was not. Or not well, at least. ‘And my name’s not Dave,’ she muttered, chin touching the inner part of her suit’s collar. She still hadn’t fully changed out of the exosuit used on the supposedly quick mission to the planet below.

+++Would you like to file a report?

‘I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure we’re done here. Am I allowed to sulk for a while? Hm? Am I, ship?’ She sighed again, and slumped further into the chair, eventually and inevitably sliding onto the floor. The deck was still flashing its routine colour dances.

The mission was simple: recon, collect atmosphere and soil samples, potential secondary for minimal interaction (observation, attempt at communication) with native species. No more than three, for some reason. Ideally not from animalia, for some other reason. Something to do with interference of emotive responses between her biology and theirs, if emotive was something you could apply to the specimens she had encountered. And she did try her hardest, she told herself, still – but protocol and guidelines applied to her, not the specimens.

+++Do you believe you have been… compromised?

‘…nyuh nyeh nyenyeve cuhmpruhmeyed? That’s you, ship. That’s what you sound like.’ She crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. Sighed. Let her head fall back onto the seat, let her buzzing thoughts join all the sounds of the ship’s processes and background routines. ‘Ship?’

+++

‘I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault.’ She opened her eyes again, looked up towards the deck, the comforting light of the control panel. ‘It’s just that… I dunno, I thought it would be easier.’ No reply. ‘Ship?’

+++

The silence suddenly struck her as unusual, even if the AI was messing with her again. ‘Ship?’ She looked up for the blinking lights.

‘Oh. No. Oh nonono.’ She scrambled back into her chair, fingers running across the control deck. One of the LEDs had changed colour, from green to red. Shit.

‘Not now. Please not now..! SHIP!’ The silence was steadily becoming unnerving, more lights changed.

‘Oh, motherf–’

#GloPoWriMo 2017 7 – a day in the life of

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start. waking up to
a new cycle of stories,
wheels are shuddering

at the holes you made
(there is news that we can pause)
is this fulfilling

or have we fallen
into another routine,
waiting for. the end.

#GloPoWriMo 2017 4 – brief dialogue concerning the naturalness of love

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“Can we fall in love please?”
“Did you just ask me if we can fall in love?”

“Yes, I think I just asked you that.”
“I think it should come naturally.”

“Like?”
“Like hunger, thirst, being born and death.”

“How about tears?”
“Yes, tears too.”

“Peeing?”
“Sure.”

“Rain, earthquakes, waves, clouds, the light of the sun?”
“Yes, just like rain, earthquakes, waves, clouds, the light of the sun.”

“So like a cat purring, then.”
“Yes, I think you’ve got it now.”

“Let’s give it a sec then, maybe it’ll happen.”
“Maybe it will.”

“Let’s hope so.”

[Original Italian by Guido Catalano, ‘Breve dialogo sulla naturalezza dell’amore’ in Ogni volta che mi baci muore un nazista.]

#GloPoWriMo 2017 3 – sempricità

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i will always non è una promessa
ma un progetto, un modo di ricordare
a chi interessa e a te e soprattutto a me
che ‘per sempre’ non significa ‘senza fine’.

c’è una periodicità nell’always che
a noi manca, fissati sul sempre che
spesso perde contro il forse e il quando
e il dubbio che rimane nel mentre

rimane anche per sempre se non
si sta attenti a come e quando si usa.
mentre always rimane ad aleggiare
quasi con noncuranza noi ci perdiamo

sul piccolo di quel i intenzionalmente
minuscolo, e l’intenzione di quel will
potrebbe fare anche di più, dandogli
tempo. che nel sempre, anche se non è

un always per fortuna
non manca mai del tutto.

 

[Prompt da Napowrimo FB, cominciare con i will always]

Ricreazione, di Audre Lorde

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Venire insieme
è più facile da lavorare
dopo che i nostri corpi
si trovano
carta e penna
né preoccupazione né profitto
se scriviamo o meno
ma come si muove il tuo corpo
sotto alle mie mani
carico e in attesa
spezziamo la catena
mi crei contro le tue cosce
collinosa con scenari
che si muovono nei nostri paesi di parole
il mio corpo
scrive nella tua carne
la poesia
che fai di me.

Toccandoti afferro la mezzanotte
e la luna mi accende un fuoco in gola
ti amo da carne a fioritura
ti ho creata
e ti prendo creata
dentro di me.

[Originale in inglese di Audre Lorde, ‘Recreation’]

London, July 2016

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Frame me here
pin me to this evening
of summer dresses and topless
joggers running from business
into a bustling busy city
that wakes at the close
that gathers its strength
that swipes the day clean again
loses its filters and sheens
that walks close to its lovers
its friends its followers
make this night a hashtag
make it viral in its living beating buzz
make it sing make it dance in the street
make it jump to reach its signs:

the world is not ending
any time soon
we have more nights to write
more walks to write
more books to write
more smiles to write
more plans to write
more to write
than we possibly can
in just this one worldful