Daily Archives: September 11, 2016

Poem – The  Trial 

During his great speech the prosecutor  kept piercing me with his yellow index finger  I’m afraid I didn’t appear self-assured  unintentionally I put on a mask of fear and depravity  like a rat caught in a trap an informer a … Continue reading

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Poem – The Tongue

Inadvertently I passed the border of her teeth and swallowed her agile tongue. It lives inside me now, like a Japanese fish. It brushes against my heart and my diaphragm as if against the walls of an aquarium. It stirs … Continue reading

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Poem – The Rain 

When my older brother  came back from war  he had on his forehead a little silver star  and under the star  an abyss  a splinter of shrapnel  hit him at Verdun  or perhaps at Grünwald  (he’d forgotten the details)  he … Continue reading

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Poem – The Power of Taste

It didn’t require great character at all Our refusal disagreement and resistance we had a shred of necessary courage but fundamentally it was a matter of taste Yes taste in which there are fibers of soul the cartilage of conscience … Continue reading

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