Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2012! I look
forward to more interviews, more fateful encounters and more unexpected
turns. In the meantime, enjoy your break as I will and see you all in a
couple of weeks. Concluding 2011, I leave you in the intricate hands of
Jason GREENDYK and his poem In Camera Lucida.
The deepest arc Free of care and light of heart Binary allosensuality As time fades on in bourrée pace The differences blend The opposition confesses its counterpoint Counterfactual reticence And we lean to measure The meniscus of our innocent starts Childhood the anacrusis of our epitaph Yes in the ceremony of our innocence Her presence was hanging like a chandelier An open floor in a new house of the nomadic moment Flickering candela Nová, Novia Nová vlna She was there in spirit The festival of light reiterated in memoriam In camera lucida The chambers of the intellect On the guiding star of some deep and endless emotion Some invisible constellation Corazonamiento Leads the dance in brief bursts of light Of color A turquoise stone Enclosed in the walls of a troubled spirit A tormented soul A gruesome body politic In a forced Viennese waltz Absent of hesitations Collapsing on the open floor And rise and rise again Charms scattering the shadows An ontological intoxication The digital mutilation of the musica poetica Once an intellectual perfection The violin concerto now a shrill and stuttering semblance Of seas’ minor Asymbolic psychology in asexual high Resounding in the chaos of our steps Somehow so light yet waited on Changing partners on the floor The opening of hearts Cynical, apathetic And all the more in love Sweet nothings to the ears of a musing night Swimming towards Venera on the clearing golden aura Lucifer the morning star at the appearance of first light Gave the name of inspiration to the goddess’ Angel falling latter She drove a wealthy spear rich into thy heart An aortic grove fording the many rivers of once ’fore And the oaks of wisdom weeping happiness Inmaculada conmemoración Americano tragedy Carried like another day As after all and all Love is mere a whisper woke That may we proper cultivate To grow and grow and grow Into a neverending poem La concepción de la vida nueva A new house to paint the walls December 11, 2011. Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
The deepest arc Free of care and light of heart Binary allosensuality As time fades on in bourrée pace The differences blend The opposition confesses its counterpoint Counterfactual reticence And we lean to measure The meniscus of our innocent starts Childhood the anacrusis of our epitaph Yes in the ceremony of our innocence Her presence was hanging like a chandelier An open floor in a new house of the nomadic moment Flickering candela Nová, Novia Nová vlna She was there in spirit The festival of light reiterated in memoriam In camera lucida The chambers of the intellect On the guiding star of some deep and endless emotion Some invisible constellation Corazonamiento Leads the dance in brief bursts of light Of color A turquoise stone Enclosed in the walls of a troubled spirit A tormented soul A gruesome body politic In a forced Viennese waltz Absent of hesitations Collapsing on the open floor And rise and rise again Charms scattering the shadows An ontological intoxication The digital mutilation of the musica poetica Once an intellectual perfection The violin concerto now a shrill and stuttering semblance Of seas’ minor Asymbolic psychology in asexual high Resounding in the chaos of our steps Somehow so light yet waited on Changing partners on the floor The opening of hearts Cynical, apathetic And all the more in love Sweet nothings to the ears of a musing night Swimming towards Venera on the clearing golden aura Lucifer the morning star at the appearance of first light Gave the name of inspiration to the goddess’ Angel falling latter She drove a wealthy spear rich into thy heart An aortic grove fording the many rivers of once ’fore And the oaks of wisdom weeping happiness Inmaculada conmemoración Americano tragedy Carried like another day As after all and all Love is mere a whisper woke That may we proper cultivate To grow and grow and grow Into a neverending poem La concepción de la vida nueva A new house to paint the walls December 11, 2011. Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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