Archive for April, 2013

aquamarine fritters on space the platform of the clover


photopoetry 15-23/04/2013



while pressing your umbilicus

inquiring over the miracle

I see

how easy it is to smash us

and how ridiculous we are


you said you didn’t want…

and I agreed


we both

share the sin of existing



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Monsignor monster

Once upon a time a monster was promenading and singing:


Monsignor monster menacing Monday

Monday monster menacing Monsignor

Monster menacing Monsignor Monday

Monday menacing monster Monsignor



a little boy from little Italy appeared:


– Signor, non capisco…

– My boy, could you ever understand a monster?


– Signor, non capisco…

Signor, non capisco…



and the monster ate him

… and continued:


Monsignor monster menacing Monday

Monday monster menacing Monsignor

Monster menacing Monsignor Monday

Monday menacing monster Monsignor



a toyota




madam I am Adam



glass after glass

I take the first layer of glass –

that diffuse disguise that prevents the venom –

and I see another glass layer


again, I take it

and then another

and another


glass after glass

the bluish eyes –

reminiscences of the holocaust –

persist in their cynicism


tyranny has colour

together with misery


If I could for a minute penetrate the iris I would kill you

but I took the medicine that retards me

The future of man

The twelve Greek Gods of Olympus were assembled to discuss the future of man.


Apollo – I foresee great calamities,

but a healer will come

Aphrodite – pleasure will be his perdition,

but by art and love humanity will win

Ares – wars will come,

but peace will be reached

Demeter – I see a great famine,

but abundance will follow

Artemis – Mother Nature will suffer,

but in the end it will be saved

Athena – there will be times of ignorance,

but wisdom will succeed

Poseidon and Hephaestus in unison – fire will come from the entrails of a revolving earth, and with it major havoc,

but then tranquility will reign

Hermes – at one point man will be completely lost and about to disappear,

but he will find his way

Hera – and woman will be unable to conceive,

but times of fecundity will return


Meanwhile Dionysus and Zeus were laughing together and drinking nectar. The other gods looked at them intrigued.


Zeus- Could you believe in this, Dionysus, they think man will be saved… You should have been giving them wine instead of nectar.

Dionysus – I confess, Zeus. But I also have been told that our neighbor, the Christian God, has invented a female named Eve…  and it seems she’s intelligent. They might be right, after all.

Zeus – fucking thunders, damned Christian God… and I that was convinced he was a misogynist…


I approach the augur

He calmly observes:


the juvenile and ruminative bearing

–  blossoms of ancient oak alike –


“light Spring in the West

foreshadowing monsoons in the East;

a cloudburst precedes the season of fecundity;

from the easiness of her manner water will overflow

and conceive;


be willing to read in the ironies of time

both the fatal and the prolific


Death is a brotherhood.”



My attempt for:

although I’m aware that the irony in this piece isn’t very clear

To my impaired Sneewittchen

assure your worm

shit filigrees will replace the misconceived leaf

born from a second-hand affair


there will be no regret

because there wasn’t ever any right action


comfort your skin in the touch of your impaired Snow White

laughing together out of imbecile nothings


the mirror will say

Frau Sneewittchen, Ihr seid die Schönste hier,

Aber über den Bergen…



I foresee the frustration of misunderstanding and loneliness

as well as priceless tenderness


and then

You too, hypocrite lecteur! – mon semblable – mon frère !

will you dig it up?


know that

a thousand graves watch me from the shelves

and no word has been