Swell towards night O Sea The sharks eyes
Even till dawn have relished from afar
Days carcasses gnawed by stars
Amidst the noise of the waves and the last oaths
Gonfle-toi vers la nuit Ô Mer Les yeux des squales
Jusqu’à l’aube ont guetté de loin avidement
Des cadavres de jours rongés par les étoiles
Parmi le bruit des flots et les derniers serments
Having unhooked a star
He proffers it with outstretched hand
While with his feet a hanging man
Sounds the cymbals bar by bar
The blind man rocks a pretty child
The doe with all her fauns slips by
The dwarf observes with saddened pose
How Harlequin magically grows
Here, have some music. And, oh, it’s Saturday, which makes it a perfect song for today. Seems like you need to go out today, no excuses.
If it were possible to convey what one feels when night falls and the stars come out and one is alone in the vastness, and life’s truths (night truths) begin to march past one by one, somehow swooning or as if the person out in the open were swooning or as if a strange sickness were circulating in the blood unnoticed.
…so that he could plunge back into his chaos and drag out of it, with all its wet stars, his cosmos.
‘This City is so horrible that its mere existence and perdurance, though in the midst of a secret desert, contaminates the past and the future and in some way even jeopardizes the stars’ Continue reading