XXIX.
bloodspots on the strawberry hem
laughter in the trees
like with like again
I am surrounded in my disbelief
by wonderful and inexplicable reasons
a needle is suspended in the air
threads the sky its origins
the fictions of a scientific feeling
other than that
the world parts its lips
through the water
trail your fingertips
David the sky today
deep azure
and I can find only
my own
original mind
…
Leonora Fini’s voyageurs one sitting one lying in rest leg bent en repos I misread as voyeurs resting or put to rest the painter covers their eyes with a folded cloth they are expressionless androgynous are they at least one is not entitled to say but that the cloths over each are their eyes shut one is not entitled to say lave the brows of each rest
you have earned it voyeurs because you have not come far you have in fact not come from any origin except a certain style, a certain foldedness—as much as the folds bear a kind of sightless witness to in the cloths covering the brow of each voyageur
traveller
blindfolded to vision because not sleeping either sleepless and not entitled to dream what work they have then done the seated one behind the one lying one leg bent behind the other and what might possibly arouse them from well-earned repose to return to it to the fabrication the fictitious fabric sussurating gown of a mistress or a master did I mention their youth medieval or preraphaelite attire at whose behest they what laboured voyaged viewed or gazed on who leaves them who replaces her gown and he his robe, whispering softly through barely parted lips it sweeps the floor behind, in the hallways, in the archways, aisle and cloister, leaving them sanctified by what they have seen, what work it was
now rest
to look what is inexplicable and wonderful to have traversed all feeling, to have found there all good reason and to have there been granted your repose …
…
by what right
state the question
“tonight alas the tongue of truth alights upon no tooth”
to have it extracted by a screwdriver
blood spotting the mask and lips
by what right spit it out
the paper besmirched and soiled
the bill
by what right to say
or cross it out
by what in this climate
in this socio-economic says Bolaño
better to live
undercover
poet
