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Three Poems in the Form of a Magritte

Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
ISSUE 2006-1
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Three Poems in the Form of a Magritte

1) Wait There Don’t Move

music comes from back somewhere there
I
am in the middle of it            street
noise                construction noise
torrential rain then children’s voices all together
my HEARTBEAT loudest

BODY FLASHES in raw sirens
frontal     lateral     with hesitations

I am spectator discovering
mysterious impulse
those incomprehensible sounds

 

 

2) Night

almost as fast as the eye
can navigate stillness
engulfs
the canal beyond
reach of street
                                       light

run jumping and wait with your body
o - O - Oh - o
you are as no other morning
comes when night
can last 3 times as long as
you can wait
O - oh       O - O
                               h

 

 

3) le Parfum de L’abîme (1928)

Domaine d’Arnheim (1938)
La Chambre d’écoute (1958) to name just a
- Titles here                                                         
are important and were often collective

Name me:
You are allowed to use only the dictionaries
you already have on your shelf
but you can take as long as you like.

Le parfum de l’abîme me plaît
beaucoup       vraiment.

*

                                         What objects must comprise
                                                      - the birth of an idol
                                                      - someone dying of laughter
                                                      - my room
                                                               or
                                                      - my PRIVATE
                                                                            collection?

                                                      - is quite secretive
                                                      - is very inventive
                                                      - is       in       Switzerland

*

If you could free fall
into silent brilliance
would you prefer a murky
                                                             softness?
Contemplate: the beginning and
                        end of this desire

in Switzerland where eggs
are laid gently
at the
                     edge


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