as a man
stepping intangibly
on shadows
over illusions
one more man
that wishes to
scar the universe
one more man
defiant, futile
and ergo
drunk
a man
without claw
or reason
still looking
for a single star
in the black sky
of his heart
as a man
a veces existo
Cuando hoy existo
pues llego a existir
sin estar seguro donde
ni en que color
ni siquiera sé
por qué me interesa saber
si existo
pero llego a existir
por momentos
y luego
una llovizna
me recuerda
que es probable
que esto no este
sucediendo
imagino una llovizna
quince milenios
después
en el mismo lugar
donde estuve de pie
¿habré existido o
existir en el pasado
ya no es existir?
cuando existo
pues existo
aunque sea por ratos
sin tener forma
de comprobarlo
e incluso a veces
sin estar
convencido de existir.
Poesía Nihilista
nothing can be known
This work is part of a 7½ piece exhibition called ‘ The Impossibility of Truth’ that will take place in Copenhagen, Denmark in the coming months. have created a page to post subsequent works an.
Acrylic on canvas.
150x150cm
Title: nothing can be known
©2012 Pablo Saborío
Beyond Languge Poetry Blog
quotidian epic
Hinted
then ripple
of white gasp
the entire orb
of inspiration
then the clouds
the sun hiding
in total light
the task is to use a daub of paint
to depict a mistake
or a river of thought
or pain eating the soul
as if it were soft bread
I sense a feeling
empty of emptiness
it is full of invisibility
the irony is
the instant is like blood
never seen but intimately wrapped
a cut an explosion a gash perhaps
and the world is all red without words
like an apple
timeless
on the table.
vagina
que te besé
tras nacimiento
bajo diamante
como un filósofo alegre
que olvida el dolor
en una metafísica de saliva
¿es ahí donde existe lo que existe?
o donde se olvidan los siglos
los libros la ciencia la finalidad
es ahí cuerpo contra cuerpo
cuando el tiempo se hace sudor
gemido y rubor
solo fuego unido
de dos llamas de piel
los capítulos del placer
se escriben con la loca oscilación
de un éxtasis
y todo termina gratificado – pene vagina
hombre mujer atmosfera cosmos –
en un olvido aun más profundo,
el sueño.
Ding an sich
Don’t ever
seep into words
forsake the colors
and phenomenon can rain
towards black, equidistance
to every night
sleep
as the thing-in-itself
within the shadow
of one thought
soon no externals
but the perception as bread
feeding cold stomachs of mind
don’t lay claim to matter, chain
blind domain but instant unity
where space is skin and
bodies bounded as kissing
tongues
How would any sensitive soul react to this Fate?
I could
have loved
the fire
and hummingbird
little winters
stacked and trembling
my hand
wild and rodent
treading the
earth
but looks like
young time
nothing is nothing
my prayer being
when death comes:
may this consciousness
be that of a stone
stripped of its rock
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dead meat
Ethereal barabingbaraboom
I scream out joyfully for
not having aged a day
this awareness-of-time
of mine
I am the existence of the memory
and if eternity is the hunter
I’ve been deadmeat
forever.
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A nihilist’s view of Aarhus
cave of shadows
Having crossed the street
leaving behind vapor or vastness
the bulb shines on the pavement
a flat spangled instant
this road to a friend
my friend
whose skin of earth
tightens a delta by the edge of an eye
I see the determination of a tear
gliding by the cheek ,
so early a thought
before it becomes fire,
before the verb
flees as storm.
I remember everything in silence,
like flashes of a dance
inside the cave of shadows.
My friend whose skin of earth
coalesced into the Nile’s delta
we saw the tear fall to earth
like one imperfect meaning
falling into silence.
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