HYGIENE OF FEAR II, ЖАЛЬ III / TO SPEND MONTHS, YEARS WITH IT GOING OUT, INTO FALSE METAPHORS, ЖАЛЬ I
and that is (only) the beginning, chaos, the shadmved disturbed, which reveals the space of the blended presence. here. a lamp, a table, a pad, the whole world in boxes, other than a few books. montale mainly. the journey: an impression of the soundless sequence of words spoken one into another. had one addressed each other previously – then with the regret of the smallest. but yes, I say nonetheless. little things. sounds of water, the night is regulated, a sound that presses through the gaps in the trees as through the temues a white entmpy.
HYGIENE OF FEAR 11
here: beauty is at its most sincere: groundless. white-tiled and fearfully crystals float out to sea, wash around motionless glass walls which flake
here: beauty is at its most sincere: groundlessly, to impose white fear, in black snow trembles and collapses the expectation of the animals
ZALJ 111/ TO SPEND MONTHS, YEARS WITHIT GOING OUT, INTO FALSE METAPHORS
the tone of swirling wind lies behind you, thinking, the said, before the tcwn, before the landscape, before the meaning, in mid-leap still
interrupted by the blink, which contains the street in you, blue and unrepeatable is water a form or a lens in the vase
or the broken neck of a sparrow_as ever – the inwardly turned gaze_or a small leaftrembling in silence, left cwer from the poetics of absence
sometLhere it ums brighter –
but what do uv know.
singly branches, retracing the, leading to the domes, their
wooden bounds, the white, speaking hand of the mist around them, on the broad
meadows. turned towards the resolute distance the backs ofthe horses, which in the eyes
gallop back, driving language into the silent space.
of the foaming, eternal, the resolute, turned away from distance, from the
painfully bounding distance of buildings, churches (so different) and the uncreated
things in them (so different). but not unconscious and even more distant: ones own – the
movement to the you. but necessarily and deeply towards fear, into the syllable nev.