Poetry & fiction that make new the spirit of literature
I Old World's Yolk The echoes of time Are heard Like wind blowing Through Sakura petals Whistle whistle Can a fragrance Be heard? In the march Of history The footsteps Run silent Under the Boister of Drum and trumpet The fragrance is lost In the whistling Of the wind And yet When dawn Approaches The... Continue Reading →
To get at The beautiful To grasp it As it slips Through your hands Like a fine sand The further You pursue The further She will run And so beauty Be like a woman? Forever the opposite Of what she appears? Her meaning, In contrary To what she says? And is beauty, truth? Then is... Continue Reading →
So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood How light the Lethe whose past is blind So heavy, men who recollect the Flood How shallow be the free and spotless mind How shallow be the free How shackled be the kind How monstrous be the men Unbound who do not bind What weight do hold... Continue Reading →
Loss, vanishing, the death of all That is one and whole in my life Destruction, bliss, primordial envying Life is like a kaleidoscope of phantasmagoric Silhouettes, pretty girls dancing with Devils and elves joined hands with Sentient sunflowers, bliss, bliss In the truest suffering, but how? How can I win on a board Played by... Continue Reading →
Born of Plenty and of Poor Of gods and of man A longing for the intercourse Of all things different The daimon Eros Shifts from boy to boy Discovering the truth Of transience Bored of its Entropy Eros longs for the Eternal Becoming pregnant first with Laws, Cities, States and Empires As the dust collects... Continue Reading →
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