poetry is evanescence poetry is life sentence, release on words, liberté sur parole poetry is a blind guide to an ancient enigma, to an inaccessible secret poetry is an argument dynamic and jarring poetry is a rag tag cos- mology we can raise and wave, it's a small (abregée) cos- mogony: unaware, seamless, unstitched, breathless, in tatters poetry is to forget forgetfulness poetry is to separate self from self poetry is what's completely left out poetry is emptying without exhausting poetry is constraint to the remote, to the not yet, the not now, the not here, the not there, the not before, neither not after, nor not now poetry is breeching poetry is to burn and give birth in the same vocal gesture poetry is being-there multiplied by not being-there, remembering to trans-be-there traversely like a watershed poetry is a misunderstanding about what I don't know exactly, but a misunderstanding poetry is infinite impotence, limpid, lucid, hallucinated poetry is intersection interjection intersession interruption poetry is a low blow poetry is transit and exit poetry is infusion and trans-fusion poetry is memory of what is not and what must not be; that is the culminating, liminal Self the Self as an incomplete cosmos never to be completed poetry is tying—untying poetry is the ritual scene of infinite uncertainty, of the inaccessible Infermity (Infirmitas) poetry is a streak a swerve a splay a spade poetry is crib—cradle it's nook—needlei of the Trans-Organ of the trans-organic of the Indistinct of the In(de)terminable poetry is ash poetry is diagonal it's ramble inside the manifest body of Universal Inexistence of Global Entropy poetry is stiffened laziness an arm hanging from the branch of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil; that is a Monkey in Brazil always hanging by an arm from the branch of a tree (it's the Preguiçaii ) poetry is terrorism in the domain of speech, a bang in the cloister of language it's terror in the depths of rhetoric poetry is liberation from knowing escape from the known a release from mechanics and at the same time it's falling, sinking into repetitive, obsessive, iterative mechanics, which are also the mechanics of hinting, of the norm, of ritual (of strict obligation, of rhyme, of number, of essence) poetry is the implosion of zero time and in(de)finite degree poetry is unleashing, un-phrasingiii, a potential threat, breaking, robbing, destruction poetry is smashing, shattering, shaking
it's a clash between
strength and restraint
that tends to erase.
We are truly
poetry is almost everything: that is everything, less what it really is poetry is impermanence crossed with trans-manence it's impertinence poetry is counter and encounter (spontaneous and predestined) between neurosis and unconscious, between archetype and Self a monotonous and perpetuated ring between impulse and obsession poetry is aggression to write poetry is to cut slits, produce cracks, point out filaments in the curtain, in the Barred Wall poetry is a fight against the night poetry is night against the night poetry is a rub against the voice poetry is friction against the Dragon's skin poetry is this it's this and that and so be it
iIn the original Italian, this verse literally reads: it's cell—eye of the needle. Villa may have been thinking about the passage from the New Testament "It's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for rich man to enter the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19: 23-24)
iiPerguiça literally means "sloth" in Portuguese. Here Villa uses it in reference to the mammal that dwells in the trees of South America, specifically those of Brazil, where he lived for three years.
iiiSfraso might derive from the verb "sfrasare," meaning to disrupt the phrase. It is, however, one of Villa's many neologisms and the interpretation offered here (un-phrasing) is merely hypothetical.
Copyright © 2012 by Emilio Villa and Dominic Siracusa.