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last page by astigmatic, literature

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last page

+ last page this gallery is burning on all four corners this gallery is no longer mine. now we are all the homeless of the soul the covered by dust, the dry leaves, the broken books. we are those who remained sitting in silence, looking at our muted mouths. all the doors open all the windows, all the hands dust settles upon every letter. we are already the unreadable the pages stuck to our bodies we paled under the sun and became erased of words. this gallery burns as if made of paper, like a defeated fortress, like the house of our enemies. we who were the alleged chosen ones for praising the voyage and the nothing now sit silently untyin...

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two truths by astigmatic, literature

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two truths

+ two truths i’m counting on you, the already gone to fill in the blank spaces with your black suits and finish singing the ferocious lie of the unbreachable distance. how right we were on those nights of irrefutable pessimism one truth was spoken: everything seems to be crumbling away. or two truths: you will grow where my sight can’t reach you. now i think that point was met and crossed and left behinda carefully penciled line on the proverbial locked rooman X on the map, drawn along the creases (with the tip of a finger we overwalk the seas and cliffs, the inland valleys, the small townships, the houses, the house).a carefully pencile...

passing strangers by astigmatic, literature

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passing strangers

+ passing strangers on christmas eve i will jump and every light will blink out for just a moment and someone, somewhere will later be given the bad news the good news the newsbut some things are impossible to break and some rooms you walk into, never to leave through the same doormaybe at the second before last a small girl will look out from her apartment window and smile and wave at the passing stranger who can’t flyor maybe there are second chances and once again wear a suit and sit at the table and once again not be hungry.____________________________________________ extraños que pasan en vísperas de navidad voy a saltar y todas las l...

if i am to leave you today by astigmatic, literature

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if i am to leave you today

+if i am to leave you today and maybe that day we salted our eyes forever from crying oceans and photographed ourselves in sepia tones to pretend that we had been that way since always and visited old, agonic relatives so they would carry our memory to their graves and thus complete the pretense of the eternal permanence in our bodies.___________________________________________ si tengo que dejarte hoy y tal vez ese día nos salamos para siempre los ojos de llorar a mares y nos fotografiamos en tonos sepia para fingir que habíamos estado así desde siempre y visitamos familiares viejos, agónicos para que llevasen a la tumba nuestro recuerdo ...

Kafkian revolvers by astigmatic, literature

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Kafkian revolvers

+ Kafkian revolvers oh, they’ve come to take you because you never cried properly and there’s no bigger sin in their eyes than never giving in and when they aim kafkian revolvers to our heads (not made to kill, only to maim splintered bone, slow-healing wounds) still you’ll smile and look down and look puzzled and frown and still won’t cry properly and there’s no bigger lie in their eyes than not knowing when to step aside.so when they shoot impeccable marksmanship i will step aside ad let you take the fall oh, you always knew this about me how i feinted and stole and even my shadow was on loan from someone else.+

ghost by astigmatic, literature

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ghost

+fantasma y acaso es así como nos encontramos (aparentemente en viaje de regreso) de vuelta en el punto de partida aunque aparecen infinitas y sutiles las insoslayables diferencias no somos nosotros, no los mismos que asumimos la urgente necesidad de subvertir la palabra sabiendo perdida cada batalla haciendo filosofía de micro de puerto y cementerio reflectando miradas incrédulas desdeñando mitos por impracticables con la mano vacía por enseña no somos estos nosotros aquí ha pasado nada y seguramente la misma transparencia que observo en tus manos espantadas la ves tú en mis ojos y en mis labios y me reconoces fantasma.___________________...

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ride

+ride to move from one place to another, to travel great distances without finding a comfortable posture, looking at bird rags thrown in the wind and barbed wire strung over the creeks (the animals are stamps glued to the edge of the road) and huge irons strung over the waters and shadows strung over its shores, and the smell is fresh and there are memories of walking while it rains and smoking sitting on the ground, on other rocks. to move forward in dark lines, between cliff faces that scream out avalanche and mandibular boulders and green tin and reinforced concrete superstructures that loom over our heads, to move forward now hearing t...

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drunken ship reversal

drunken ship reversal + in the tight-lipped calendar of passing twenty-something nothings three possibly maybe’s one definitely no-no one absolutely impossible all waving and cheering and tight-lipped me, tightly held to the railing on an old ocean-liner headed for disaster. all cheering and waving black handkerchiefs i’m ordering the first of my many last drinks (this is not my maiden voyage and i know that before dawn comes the roles will be reversed and this drunken ship will vomit its load and i will find myself back facing the bar thirty-one glasses with cold water to the br...

outlining sadness by astigmatic, literature

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outlining sadness

+ outlining sadness and maybe i won’t ask any more questions and i’ll sit and smoke as the day goes off without any thoughts, without feeling the passing of this evening turning into night of this body turning into dust of this shouting turning into voices and later i will glance up and empty the overflowing ashtrays and look at my empty hands and attempt in vain to hear the voices and see the faces, and it will be so late that i’ll have nothing left but going to bed and see if i can fall asleep and fill my hands of something that will calm them.+ _________________________________________________+...

black ink by astigmatic, literature

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black ink

+ black ink once again my flesh is black and i am out for a walk, letting my eyes become insensitive to the touch and i carry black-headed pins with which i mark in my body a carthography of absent pains once again i have scars that speak out of their diminute mouths and repeat three times before closing all my apologies and other unsaid things once again it is the previous moment just like all every other previous time and my hands are stained with black ink and whatever i touch instantly turns marvelously black and refractant like cold coffee at the bottom of a cup. and each time it becomes more unbearable the little sun left in this win...

i wish by astigmatic, literature

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i wish

+ I WISH to simply climb up the staircase of an ill building of condemned spaces and abandoned smells and no numbers on the doors locked from the inside up to the topmost floor where a wake is being held and not ask for mercy nor want to have it and hear crying inside, and also silence in the reberverating box, again silence between cushions forever silenceand cling to the rotten edges of some window and force it open like an eye blind thousands of floors above the pavement and stay there and stare at the rooftops until i can see them no more and night has fallenonly then i will go back inside to knock on that door and pay my respects.++ D...

on the nature of black holes by astigmatic, literature

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on the nature of black holes

+ on the nature of black holesI. i have the darkest fear that black holes are turned backs, forever turning: eternal denial, a closing of doors a tight-lipped silence. turned backs, forever turning in perpetual movement negating light and breathable air turning forever in a mystical circle keeping everything in a perennial eve the next moment poised on the brink and discarded, spent before the fall. i see myself caught in a circle of turned backs, forever turning watch me disappear. II. i have a bright dark hope that black holes are the logical aftermath of an elegant suicide the pulling off of the very last trick a once-in-a-lifetime opo...

repeater by astigmatic, literature

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repeater

+ repitente si una vez más nos sentamos frente al mar para hablar de nuestras respectivas ausencias si una y cuarenta veces te he traicionado y ya no hay cartas ni puñales escondidos si una y otra vez nos miramos el rostro y no somos más que una trama de puntos o un golpe de luz en papel fotosensible o símbolos negros sobre una página blanca o silencios sobre el pasto, o despedidas truncas. +_________________________________ +repeater if time and again we sat in front of the sea to talk about our respective absences if one and forty times i have betrayed you and there's no more letters or hidden knives if time and again we look at each oth...

no means no by astigmatic, literature

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no means no

+no es no. y nadie entiende cómo muevo las manos y cómo muevo los pies y me meto cigarrillos encendidos en la boca y cómo es que parece que caminara si no tengo nada dentro y se puede apreciar claramente la ausencia de hilos rectores o cables que transmitan comandos a distancia. y es que la ilusión es tan lograda que personas se me acercan y me hablan y hasta me besan sin permiso con afanes necrofílicos.+____________________________________________ +no means no. and no one understands how i move my hands and how i move my feet and how i stick lit cigarrettes in my mouth and how it seems i’m walking if there’s nothing inside me and it can c...

Carnival of Shivers by astigmatic, literature

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Carnival of Shivers

Carnival of Shivers – Closing Day. +i want to know all the dirty details i want to go over the debris with tweezers and baggie and pick up nail clippings and pubic hairs i want to forget about everything i want to go to bed with the conscience whitewashed and dream the dream of the forgiven i want to cast away this hardened shell i want to break every window with molotov cocktails and let the flames kiss my forehead goodbye.+or then the sordid dawn will buss the border of my dress while the orgiastic wind moans because I presage you in that intrepid circumspection of your lap i dilute the laces of my nipples numbed on my inelegant fingers ...

listen by astigmatic, literature

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listen

+listen for m.there’s a key, then, that you hold and you drop and lose and find one that makes the round-trip one that locks in the dark a key that you turn enough water to drown or a box that discloses the windows and birds the trips and the falls the boy and the chair the girl on the road a bed in the snow enough water to float. further than the mainland than the call of the blood there’s a whisper that told: break out every room waking up cradled storms straighten creases and folds. there’s a key, then, that makes everything fall: pick it up, brush it off, put it on. +_____________________________________ +escucha para m.hay una llave...

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Boris the Manskinner by TheHungerArtist, literature

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Boris the Manskinner

Boris the ManskinnerWhen you skin a man you'll find he peels like ripening fruit. He will scream when he has nothing to confess; pay no mind when you hear him. If he speaks, his words do not equal our words. The ineffable skinning is key. The cryptography of silence urges care in the carving. Between the shoulder blades and the base of the skull lies an area of exquisite tenderness. Here, the skin is a folding map stretching across the back each curve a lesson in the nature of geodesics. Lay the skull bare. The face, perhaps now horrific, is a primal glyph of the inquisitive nature of man. Monosyllabic words: "no" or "why" wil...

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Sep 6, 2006

Devious Journal Entry

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+do you ever walk down the street feeling like death and if and when do you scrape your knuckles on the rough brick wall or make terrible music on wrought iron fences tunnel vision counterpointed by a beautiful burning: two bright spots on a dim shadow - that scene in Bleu her heedlessly sanding her knuckles off my deep recognition and the glance down at my own, bruised - i box concrete walls until i sit down hunched over my punished hands and think maybe they got me in trouble in the first place +

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astigmatic

Jun 22, 2005

read III

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+it was the only photography i could find of you. i tried to make it look like you are, but it can't be done. there's another one i have, of you in a bar, a color shot i clipped from a newspaper, where they talked about the most influential young poets of this land. i like that one better, but i'm keeping it to myself. that and the poems you put in my hand, for the book we never made. until the next time, whenever that is.+ Damsi Figueroa Verdugo - Talcahuano - Chile POEMA DE LENGUAS Temo a la espina que surce tu lengua y a ese hilo de azufre que te escurre y amamanta el dócil canal tus hendidurasAsí como a la muerte temo a tu arcilla a la...

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astigmatic

Jun 20, 2005

nothing

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music: Pyramid Song - Radiohead book: El Túnel - Ernesto Sábato i don't think i have anything to say anymore.i might be wrong, of course.p.s. away is just the exception that proves the rule. ...so is last page . ok, that was unexpected.+ :iconstigmatattoo: +prints+