Mot-clé : Narrative Poetry

Demented poem, by Carlo Bordini.

« The world was made
in very little time,
amid great quarrels,
and only at the last
moment was it decided,
out of mistrust,
to institute death and to split up the sexes. »

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We, while the house collapses, by Carlo Bordini.

« We who are living at the start of the collapse of human civilization
worry about changing our wall-paper
and waxing our furniture »

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New York, by Carlo Bordini.

« Life is association
death is dissociation
separation of mineral salts »

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Dust, by Carlo Bordini.

« I will always be a bit less than what I am,
much less even. Dust. I have lost much.
What one has lost cannot be regained, and if one does regain it
it will by then have become scattered, no longer fit into the prearranged order
of things. »

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Microfractures, by Carlo Bordini.

« a whole list of the jitters, the sudden surges, the things that wound you,
and the trifles that unnerve you, etc etc
the brain that works too much,  »

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There is something obscene, by Carlo Bordini.

« There is something obscene in others’ dreams
There is something obscene
that consists in the fact that others’ dreams are / absurdly / and frightfully
the same as our own
and reveal the shame
of our private dreams »

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Inhuman rights, by Carlo Bordini.

« All men have the right to have good feelings. »

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Gestures, by Carlo Bordini.

« Persons whose wrong gestures tremble
a bit
Persons whose wrong gestures. There are persons
for whom
to make gestures is an extremely
difficult thing. They try and
retry their
wrong gestures, and when one works it seems they all
work, but the longest
queue is that of wrong
gestures, [what
an interminable queue!! »

Carlo Bordini