- from Nights with Giordano Bruno (2000)
- One night of spindrift fog (after Apollinaire) (6/12/97-2/9/98)
- Look at the picture (after Arcimboldo) (30/9-13/12/99)
- Vampires suck (23/10-19/11/98)
- Mercury Lane (3/11/99)
- from The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis (2006)
- Ithaka (after C. P. Cavafy) (30/8-12/10/04)
- from E M O (2008)
-
EVA AVE:
- E M O
- Welcome (5/6-14/7/05)
- Inheritor (10/4-14/7/05)
- Metaphors of The 1001 Nights (30/6/95-2/8/03) Moons of Mars:
- Burmese Days (20-23/3/03)
- Trois filles de leur mère (24/11-2/12/01)
- Free Love (20/11/04-25/4/05)
- Marriage (14-26/8/99)
- The Stranger (14-17/8/99) Ovid in Otherworld:
- Tristia 3.2 (12/7-15/8/06)
- Tristia 3.3 (13/7-27/8/06)
- Tristia 3.8 (18/7-27/8/06)
- Tristia 3.10 (11/7-27/8/06)
- Tristia 3.12 (13/7-27/8/06)
- Tristia 3.13 (13/7-27/8/06)
- Tristia 5.7 (13/7-28/8/06)
- Tristia 5.10 (13/7-28/8/06)
- Tristia 5.12 (13/7-28/8/06)
- Epistulae 1.2 (14/7-29/8/06)
- Sleep Threshold – Hypnagogia (15-29/6/06)
- Epistulae 4.7 (14/7-30/8/06)
- Epistulae 4.10 (14/7-30/8/06)
- Epistulae 4.14 (14/7-30/8/06)
- Fasti V: 421-44 (27-28/9/06) Jack's Metamorphoses:
- Monkey (10/8/07)
- E M O
- from The Annotated Tree Worship (2017)
Nights with Giordano Bruno. R.E.M. Trilogy 1. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9. Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000. 236 pp.
Un soir de demi-brume à Londres Un voyou qui ressemblait à Mon amour vint à mon rencontre Et le regard qu’il me jeta Me fit baisser les yeux de honte … [Guillaume Apollinaire]• One night of spindrift fog in London a boyo who was the dead spit of my lost leader Shackleton came up and took a look at it …
(6/12/97-2/9/98)
Publications:
- Nights with Giordano Bruno. R.E.M. Trilogy 1. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9 (Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000): 87.
- "Dark Depths." Nights with Giordano Bruno (2008)
Notes:
- The text of Guillaume Apollinaire's "Chanson du mal-aimé" can be found in Alcools. 1913. Trans. Anne Hyde Greet. Foreword by Warren Ramsey (Berkeley & Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1966).
•
after Giuseppe Arcimboldo: The Instruments of Human Sustenance[Humani Victus Instrumenta]: Cooking (1569)
Che miri o sciocco questa mia pittura Di tanti al viver nostro atti stromenti, E fai nel tuo pensier vari argomenti, Imagine non è, non è figura. Egli è di condir cibi alma fattura, Che à Prencipi, e gran Regi, in Oro, e Argenti Commune serve, e a tutte l’altre genti Tolti a le giande, e a la vil lor pastura. Perciò e ben degno ch’in metalli, e ’n marmi Non che in carta si stampi, e che si dica Questo per human uso è fatto essempio. Quindi Natura a l’Arte adombrar parmi, Che per bisogno si fe’ a l’arte amica, Lungi dal suo costime antico, et empio.• Look at the picture dumb-ass of all that useful gear if you’re looking for a purpose you won’t find it here Everyone princes peasants kings eats from the same dish the genius is in the things not their maker’s wish It’s fitting then to print them on metal not on card As use follows exemplum So Nature copies Art Now Nature’s turned into Art’s slave time to clam up and behave – Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Cucina (1569)
(30/9-13/12/99)
Publications:
- Nights with Giordano Bruno. R.E.M. Trilogy 1. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9 (Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000): 150.
- "Kings of Infinite Space." Nights with Giordano Bruno (2008)
Notes:
- The Italian text of this poem can be found printed under Arcimboldo's print above.
•
(23/10-19/11/98)
Publications:
- Nights with Giordano Bruno. R.E.M. Trilogy 1. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9 (Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000): 152.
- "Vampires Suck." Nights with Giordano Bruno (2008)
•
The Night Annora Read
The city is a hermetic jewel
built of correspondences
looking through George Court’s
grille
no nothing
Silence is a good thing
moving against the sky
(… never went to see
that Roger Hall comedy)
Francis jangles on the keys
you look for Bruno
in the candle-flames
– pessimistic gnosis –
think, alas, of
(3/11/99)
Publications:
- Three Poems for Annora Gollop, on the Occasion of Her Birthday [pamphlet] (February 26, 2000).
- Nights with Giordano Bruno. R.E.M. Trilogy 1. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9 (Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000): 211 & 215.
- "Magus." Nights with Giordano Bruno (2008)
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The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis. R.E.M. Trilogy 2. ISBN 0-9582586-8-6. Auckland: Titus Books, 2006. 164 pp.
(after C. P. Cavafy) Before you set out for Ithaka pray for a long itinerary full of protracted stopovers. Customs officials, Interpol, the zombie Police Chief – not a problem: as long as you keep your shit together, staple a smile to your fat face, they won’t be able to finger you. Customs officials, Interpol, the paparazzi, will look right through you – unless you invite them up for a drink, unless they’re already inside your head. Pray for a long itinerary: landing for the umpteenth time on the tarmac of a third-world airport at fiery psychedelic dawn; haggling in the duty-frees for coral necklaces and pearls, designer scents & silks & shades, as many marques as you can handle; visiting every provincial town, sampling every drug & kick … Never forget about Ithaka: getting there is your destiny; no need to rush – it’ll still be waiting no matter how many years you take. By the time you touch down you’ll be bone-tired, happy with what you snapped in transit, just a few daytrips left to do. Ithaka shouted you the trip, you’d never have travelled without her. She’s got fuck-all to show you now. Dirt-poor, dingy … she’s up front. It’s over now; you’ve seen so much there’s no need to tell you what Ithaka means.
(30/8-12/10/04)
•
Publications:
- Tongue in Your Ear 8 (2005): [42].
- Poetry Live & four-by-two publishing (1/4/05)
- The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis. R.E.M. Trilogy 2. ISBN 0-9582586-8-6. (Auckland: Titus Books, 2006): [36].
- "Ithaka". Where am I? Cuttings (4/2/08).
- "Euhemerism". The Imaginary Museum (25/8/25).
Notes:
- C. P. Cavafy, "Ithaka" (1911):
Ιθάκη Σα βγεις στον πηγαιμό για την Ιθάκη, να εύχεσαι νάναι μακρύς ο δρόμος, γεμάτος περιπέτειες, γεμάτος γνώσεις. Τους Λαιστρυγόνας και τους Κύκλωπας, τον θυμωμένο Ποσειδώνα μη φοβάσαι, τέτοια στον δρόμο σου ποτέ σου δεν θα βρεις, αν μέν’ η σκέψις σου υψηλή, αν εκλεκτή συγκίνησις το πνεύμα και το σώμα σου αγγίζει. Τους Λαιστρυγόνας και τους Κύκλωπας, τον άγριο Ποσειδώνα δεν θα συναντήσεις, αν δεν τους κουβανείς μες στην ψυχή σου, αν η ψυχή σου δεν τους στήνει εμπρός σου. Να εύχεσαι νάναι μακρύς ο δρόμος. Πολλά τα καλοκαιρινά πρωιά να είναι που με τι ευχαρίστησι, με τι χαρά θα μπαίνεις σε λιμένας πρωτοειδωμένους· να σταματήσεις σ’ εμπορεία Φοινικικά, και τες καλές πραγμάτειες ν’ αποκτήσεις, σεντέφια και κοράλλια, κεχριμπάρια κ’ έβενους, και ηδονικά μυρωδικά κάθε λογής, όσο μπορείς πιο άφθονα ηδονικά μυρωδικά· σε πόλεις Aιγυπτιακές πολλές να πας, να μάθεις και να μάθεις απ’ τους σπουδασμένους. Πάντα στον νου σου νάχεις την Ιθάκη. Το φθάσιμον εκεί είν’ ο προορισμός σου. Aλλά μη βιάζεις το ταξείδι διόλου. Καλλίτερα χρόνια πολλά να διαρκέσει· και γέρος πια ν’ αράξεις στο νησί, πλούσιος με όσα κέρδισες στον δρόμο, μη προσδοκώντας πλούτη να σε δώσει η Ιθάκη. Η Ιθάκη σ’ έδωσε τ’ ωραίο ταξείδι. Χωρίς αυτήν δεν θάβγαινες στον δρόμο. Άλλα δεν έχει να σε δώσει πια. Κι αν πτωχική την βρεις, η Ιθάκη δεν σε γέλασε. Έτσι σοφός που έγινες, με τόση πείρα, ήδη θα το κατάλαβες η Ιθάκες τι σημαίνουν. - Κωνσταντίνος Πέτρου Καβάφης
•
E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3. Auckland: Titus Books, 2008. 264 pp.
I
Welcome
to the new reality
Nothing’s stranger
than the will
to survive
Wild geese draw lines
across an amber sky
fish bask
in frozen rivers
generators die
II
Inheritor of silence
shall I be?
Black mass below us
above us only
sky
Hello hell
the weight of matter
tells us
better
stop
(5/6-14/7/05 / 10/4-14/7/05)
Publications:
- Magazine 3 (2005) [Aotearoa – Fernland – New Zealand]: 126.
- "E M O." EVA AVE; Moons of Mars & Ovid in Otherworld (2006)
- E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 3, 91 & 175.
- "Site-map." EMO (2024)
•
The first metaphor is the river –
father of waters. The living crystal
guarding those miracles
which were Islam’s, but now are
yours and mine: The kick-ass
talisman doubling as a slave;
the genie jammed inside a jar
by Solomon’s seal; that King’s command
to give his one-night stand
the chop – matching a lunar beauty
with the white sheen of the sword;
washing your hands with ashes;
the voyages of Sindbad, that Ulysses
inspired by the thrill of risk
not punished by a god; the magic lamp;
the signs that showed Rodrigo
the Moors conquering Spain;
the ape who proved he was a man
by winning at chess; the leprous king;
tall caravans; the magnetic
mountain that collects ships;
the sheikh and the gazelle; a fluid orb
of forms changing like clouds,
subject to Destiny – or Chance
(the same thing, in effect);
the beggar who could be an angel
and the cave called Sesame.
The second metaphor is the web
of a tapestry, which looks up close
like a chaos of colours and arbitrary
lines, a dizzying expanse
of chance – but secret laws delimit it.
Just like that other dream, the Universe,
the Book of the Nights is made up
of master-numbers and motifs:
seven brothers and seven voyages,
three Kazis and three wishes
for whoever sees the Night of Nights,
the dark-haired beauty in whose arms
the lover watches three whole nights,
three Wazirs and three punishments,
and, behind all the others, that first
and final number of the Lord: the One.
The third metaphor is a dream
woven by Persians and Muslims
in the courtyards of the veiled East
or in orchard closes turned to dust.
People will keep dreaming it
till the end of time. As in
the Eleatic paradox, the dream
divides into another dream
and then another, and so on,
entwining in a static labyrinth.
In this book is the Book. The careless
Queen tells the King their own
half-forgotten story. Distracted
by the din of past enchantments
they forget who they are ... and dream.
The fourth metaphor is a map
of that indefinable region, Time,
which measures the pace of shadows
and the slow erosion of marble
and the tread of the generations.
Everything. The voice and the echo –
that vision of Janus, two-faced god –
worlds of silver and worlds of gold
and the vast vigil of the stars.
The Arabs say no-one can ever
read right through the Book of the Nights.
The Nights are Time, which never sleeps.
Keep reading as the day declines and
Scheherazade will tell you your own story.
– Jorge Luis Borges, "Metáforas de Las Mil y
Una Noches." Historia de la noche (1977)
(30/6/95-2/8/03)
Publications:
- "Metaphors of The 1001 Nights." Magazine 1 (2003): 36-38.
- "Metaphors of The 1001 Nights." Scheherazade's Web (16/9/06)
- "EVA AVE." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 30.
Notes:
- Jorge Luis Borges, Historia de la noche (1977). Obras Completas. 1974. 3 vols (Buenos Aires: Emecé Editores, 1990): 3: 163-203.Metáforas de «Las mil y una noches» La primera metáfora es el río. Las grandes aguas. El cristal viviente que guarda esas queridas maravillas y mías hoy. El todopoderoso talismán que también es un esclavo; el genio confinado en la vasija de cobre por el sello salomónico; el juramento de aquel rey que entrega su reina de una noche a la justicia de la espada, la luna, que está sola; las manos que se lavan con ceniza; los viajes de Simbad, ese Odiseo urgido por la sed de su aventura, no castigado por un dios; la lámpara; la conquista de España por los árabes; el simio que revela que es un hombre, jugando al ajedrez; el rey leproso; las altas caravanas; la montaña de piedra imán que hace estallar la nave; el jeque y la gacela; un orbe fluido de formas que varían como nubes, sujetas al arbitrio del Destino o del Azar, que son la misma cosa; el mendigo que puede ser un ángel y la caverna que se llama Sésamo. La segunda metáfora es la trama de un tapiz, que propone a la mirada un caos de colores y de líneas irresponsables, un azar y un vértigo, pero un orden secreto lo gobierna. Como aquel otro sueño, el Universo, el Libro de las Noches está hecho de cifras tutelares y de hábitos: los siete hermanos y los siete viajes, los tres cadíes y los tres deseos de quien miró la Noche de las Noches, la negra cabellera enamorada en que el amante ve tres noches juntas, los tres visires y los tres castigos, y encima de las otras la primera y última cifra del Señor; el Uno. La tercera metáfora es un sueño. Agarenos y persas lo soñaron en los portales del velado Oriente o en vergeles que ahora son del polvo y seguirán soñándolo los hombres hasta el último fin de su jornada. Como en la paradoja del eleata, el sueño se disgrega en otro sueño y ése en otro y en otros, que entretejen ociosos un ocioso laberinto. En el libro está el Libro. Sin saberlo, la reina cuenta al rey la ya olvidada historia de los dos. Arrebatados por el tumulto de anteriores magias, no saben quiénes son. Siguen soñando. La cuarta es la metáfora de un mapa de esa región indefinida, el Tiempo, de cuanto miden las graduales sombras y el perpetuo desgaste de los mármoles y los pasos de las generaciones. Todo. La voz y el eco, lo que miran las dos opuestas caras del Bifronte, mundos de plata y mundos de oro rojo y la larga vigilia de los astros. Dicen los árabes que nadie puede leer hasta el fin el Libro de las Noches. Las Noches son el Tiempo, el que no duerme. Sigue leyendo mientras muere el día y Shahrazad te contará tu historia.
•
The cicadas were loud that year
stubbed round the house
we pecked at scraps
from a pizza box
I saw the harbour gleaming
like a tooth the filaments
unravelling
your eyes
in the window
like a wolf
Looting was unforeseen
the infantry
would mop that up
The integers squared away
the indigiens sealed
up in their stupor
plastic box
(20-23/3/03)
Publications:
- Tupelo Hotel: Winter Readings at Tupelo. Ed. Mark Pirie. ISBN 1-86942-046-2. Paekakariki: Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop, 2004: 30-31.
- "Burmese Days." Moons of Mars (2006)
- "Moons of Mars." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 108.
- "Burmese Days." EMO (2024)
•
MADCHK
– licence plate
ORIENTAL PARADE
The purse of you
tight-lipped
bike shorts
goose-pimples
Attention aux marins
sorry, sailors
Who so needs a hug?
•
BRENTWOOD HOTEL
Hoofing it?
slow down
The little darlings
one kick & you’re out
dream girl stroke stroke
the secret garden
Run away to sea
•
FINISHING SCHOOL
Was her name Shannon?
no, Fallon
on Dynasty you know
the slutty one
Time to lay some pipe
he chortles simpers, rather
Three fillies one mare
(24/11-2/12/01)
Publications:
- City Poems: with Compliments of the Season [pamphlet] (December 16, 2001)
- "Trois filles de leur mère." Moons of Mars (2006)
- "Moons of Mars." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 121-22.
- "Trois filles de leur mère." EMO (2024)
•
Girl of the wood-ember hair
flash-photo wit
hourglass waist
otter-cub in the tiger’s jaws
bouquet of sunflowers in your mouth
teeth white mice tracks in the snow
teased-amber tongue
tongue stained blood-red by the Host
tongue of a Barbie batting her eyelids
alchemist’s tongue
lashes crayon slashes
swallowtail eyebrows
forehead fogged-up
greenhouse panes
champagne-flute shoulders
– dolphins butting through sea-ice –
matchstick wrists
card-sharp fingers my Ace of Hearts
harvest-shock fingers
marten-fur armpits
(Midsummer bonfires
of blackbirds’ nests)
spindrift arms
ground fine as grain
skyrocket legs
sparking like clockwork or despair
calves shoots from the Rata tree
feet like initials
feet like keyrings feet like bung-taps
pearl-barley neck
whitewater throat (my love-nest
in the torrent’s bed)
night-walking breasts
sea-otter breasts
crucified breasts
rosebud nipples spiked with dew
belly like a folded fan
a giant claw
your back a jump-jet hovering
quicksilver back
beacon back
nuque of the neck a rolling stone
a glass that shatters in your hand
coracle hips
flared hips
pale as a peacock
tipped head-over-heels
asbestos bum
swansdown behind
Spring booty
leaf-dagger sex
sex panning for gold platypus pussy
sex soft as anemone jujube sweet
mirror sex
eyes pricked with tears
violet eyes my magnetic north
nomad eyes
eyes water to a dying man
eyes one second from the chop
eyes deep as a well eyes free as air eyes dry earth and eyes
cool fire
– André Breton
(20/11/04-25/4/05)
Publications:
- Magazine 3 (2005) [Aotearoa – Fernland – New Zealand]: 25-29.
- "Jack Ross." OBAN 06 Online Poetry Anthology. nzpec (28 April 2006).
- "Free Love." Moons of Mars (2006)
- "Moons of Mars." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 152-53.
- "Free Love." EMO (2024)
Notes:
L'Union libre Ma femme à la chevelure de feu de bois Aux pensées d’éclairs de chaleur À la taille de sablier Ma femme à la taille de loutre entre les dents du tigre Ma femme à la bouche de cocarde et de bouquet d’étoiles de dernière grandeur Aux dents d’empreintes de souris blanche sur la terre blanche À la langue d’ambre et de verre frottés Ma femme à la langue d’hostie poignardée À la langue de poupée qui ouvre et ferme les yeux À la langue de pierre incroyable Ma femme aux cils de bâtons d’écriture d’enfant Aux sourcils de bord de nid d’hirondelle Ma femme aux tempes d’ardoise de toit de serre Et de buée aux vitres Ma femme aux épaules de champagne Et de fontaine à têtes de dauphins sous la glace Ma femme aux poignets d’allumettes Ma femme aux doigts de hasard et d’as de cœur Aux doigts de foin coupé Ma femme aux aisselles de martre et de fênes De nuit de la Saint-Jean De troène et de nid de scalares Aux bras d’écume de mer et d’écluse Et de mélange du blé et du moulin Ma femme aux jambes de fusée Aux mouvements d’horlogerie et de désespoir Ma femme aux mollets de moelle de sureau Ma femme aux pieds d’initiales Aux pieds de trousseaux de clés aux pieds de calfats qui boivent Ma femme au cou d’orge imperlé Ma femme à la gorge de Val d’or De rendez-vous dans le lit même du torrent Aux seins de nuit Ma femme aux seins de taupinière marine Ma femme aux seins de creuset du rubis Aux seins de spectre de la rose sous la rosée Ma femme au ventre de dépliement d’éventail des jours Au ventre de griffe géante Ma femme au dos d’oiseau qui fuit vertical Au dos de vif-argent Au dos de lumière À la nuque de pierre roulée et de craie mouillée Et de chute d’un verre dans lequel on vient de boire Ma femme aux hanches de nacelle Aux hanches de lustre et de pennes de flèche Et de tiges de plumes de paon blanc De balance insensible Ma femme aux fesses de grès et d’amiante Ma femme aux fesses de dos de cygne Ma femme aux fesses de printemps Au sexe de glaïeul Ma femme au sexe de placer et d’ornithorynque Ma femme au sexe d’algue et de bonbons anciens Ma femme au sexe de miroir Ma femme aux yeux pleins de larmes Aux yeux de panoplie violette et d’aiguille aimantée Ma femme aux yeux de savane Ma femme aux yeux d’eau pour boire en prison Ma femme aux yeux de bois toujours sous la hache Aux yeux de niveau d’eau de niveau d’air de terre et de feu
- André Breton, from Clair de terre (1931). La poésie surréaliste: Édition revue et augmentée. Ed. Jean-Louis Bédouin. 1964 (Paris: Éditions Seghers, 1970): 82-84.
•
The wind proposed to the snow. The snow and the wind plighted their
troth, and a frost-fingered ship probed the pack-ice of their love.
A bowsprit probed their season of intimacy.
Happiness is frozen in the froth of a cloud; it’s a light which
freezes, then cracks. It’s a thicket of lilies infested with violet
snakes, gliding between twilight and the sea, gliding across the
blood-red lawns of twilight.
The whip cracks, streaking the snow of your first love. The wild
beast falls asleep in a blood-streaked orchid.
– Maurice Blanchard
(14-26/8/99)
Publications:
- Three Surrealist Poems, for the Engagement of Lisa Bieleski & Kendall Clements (Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1999).
- "Marriage." The Wooden Propeller: Egypt – Australia – New Zealand – Paris – Mexico – New York (15-16/10/06).
- "Marriage." Moons of Mars (2006)
- "Moons of Mars." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 159.
- "Marriage." EMO (2024)
Notes:
Noces Il y eut promesse de mariage entre le vent et la neige. La neige et le vent échangèrent leurs anneaux et le navire, ganté de givre, entra lentement dans la cérémonie des amours. Il entra lentement dans la saison des attendrissements. Le bonheur est immobile sur la crème d'un nuage, c'est une lumière qui gèle et qui casse. C'est un buisson de lis avec des serpents violets qui se glissent entre le crépuscule et la mer, qui se glissent dans l'herbe sanglante du crépuscule. Le fouet claque et déchire la neige du premier amour. Le repas du fauve s'achève dans le sang des orchidées.
- Maurice Blanchard, from Le Monde qui nous entoure (1951). La poésie surréaliste: Édition revue et augmentée. Ed. Jean-Louis Bédouin. 1964 (Paris: Éditions Seghers, 1970): 74.
•
He said: my hoarse lips pant spotted panthers who sing sweeter than bellbirds in the bush or the blood-streaked bulls of storm cumulus He said: Inside me I’ve got steep salt waves breaking over (so dainty) feast-day flowers He called Our Lady a little girl with a basket of vegetables He said: Then he said: I’m a poppy clashing at dawn with pale blue animals – Jacques Baron
(14-17/8/99)
Publications:
- Three Surrealist Poems, for the Engagement of Lisa Bieleski & Kendall Clements (Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1999).
- "The Stranger." The Wooden Propeller: Egypt – Australia – New Zealand – Paris – Mexico – New York (15-16/10/06).
- "Marriage." Moons of Mars (2006)
- "Moons of Mars." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 160.
- "Marriage." EMO (2024)
Notes:
L'Inconnu Il disait mes lèvres sont des grappes monstrueuses de panthères qui chantent plus douces que les oiseaux si doux de la colline Il disait Je porte dans mon sein des vagues immenses et âcres au milieu des fleurs si belles des grands jours Il appelait Marie une petite fille qui portait des légumes Il disait il disait encore Je suis un coquelicot qui réveille le matin l'azur blême des bêtes
- Jacques Baron, from L'Allure poétique (1924). La poésie surréaliste: Édition revue et augmentée. Ed. Jean-Louis Bédouin. 1964 (Paris: Éditions Seghers, 1970): 64.
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Ovid in Otherworld
The notion that Ovid was never relegated to Tomis at all, but — in a very real sense an exul ludens [laughing, playful exile] — spent his latter years in Rome toying with ever more elaborate exilic topoi (presumably as an excuse for not finishing the Fasti and not revising the Metamorphoses …), remains fundamentally bizarre. Just how bizarre can be appreciated when we try to envisage the Realien [facts, realities] of such a project and the reaction to it of friends and critics. Ovid’s real exile may not have provoked (surviving) contemporary comment, but so ludicrous a piece of monotonous and obsessional playacting … most certainly would have done so.
[Ovid. The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters, with a new foreword. Translated with an introduction, notes and glossary by Peter Green. Berkeley: University of California Press, 2005. x.]
Publications:
- "Exul ludens." Ovid in Otherworld (30/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 188.
- "Exul ludens." EMO (2024)
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Nec mihi, quod lusi uero sine crimine, prodest,
quodque magis uita Musa iocata mea est
I fucked around in poetry
not life
bookworm
pale as putty
the voyage nearly killed me
storms
& seasickness & crap
to eat
but I survived it
all
why? I
cry
like snow in spring
(12/7-15/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.2." Ovid in Otherworld (15/8/06)
- "from Ovid in Otherworld: Versions from Tristia: Tristia 3.2, 3.3 & 3.10.” JAAM 25 (2008): 142-44.
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 177.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.2." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Nec caelum patior, nec aquis adsueuimus istis,
terraque nescioquo non placet ipsa modo
Why is this not my writing?
I’m dictating
to my landlady today
too sick to hold a pen
no hospitals up here
no friends to visit
grapes & gossip
I think of you
keep talking to you
even in delirium
(or so they tell me)
if you were here
then I’d get up
to greet you
unless you’re happier
without me?
No – I know
that’s just not you
I can still make you sad
(13/7-27/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.3." Ovid in Otherworld (27/8/06)
- "from Ovid in Otherworld: Versions from Tristia: Tristia 3.2, 3.3 & 3.10.” JAAM 25 (2008): 142-44.
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 183.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.3." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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ut tetigi Pontum, uexant insomnia, uixque
ossa tegit macies nec iuuat ora cibus
Since I arrived
in Otherworld
I can’t sleep
anymore
I’ve starved myself
until my skin’s
like parchment
flaking off
like autumn leaves
my mind’s the same
it all comes down
to one defect
the wrong address
(18/7-27/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.8." Ovid in Otherworld (27/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 189.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.8." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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suppositum stellis numquam tangentibus aequor
me sciat in media uiuere barbaria
If anyone still remembers me
back in the city
think of a wheel of stars
that never sink
below the ocean
think of the far bank of a river
our only shield
against rampaging gangs
Black Power Headhunters
no faxes no email
for days
the lines are down
the snow once fallen
lies a second year
here wine bursts bottles
they don’t drink beer
but ice-cubes
I’ve seen the whole sea
frozen hard
walked on it dry-shod
the deep ringing beneath me
(11/7-27/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.10." Ovid in Otherworld (27/8/06)
- "from Ovid in Otherworld: Versions from Tristia: Tristia 3.2, 3.3 & 3.10.” JAAM 25 (2008): 142-44.
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 197.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.10." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Iam uiolam puerique legunt hilaresque puellae,
rustica quae nullo nata serente uenit
Come gather
flowers
laughing children
from the
unploughed
earth
spring comes
even to
Otherworld
buds
break out
where they can
few trees
no vines
no carts
crossing
the river
ships
come
with news
from home
have I been
pardoned
yet?
(13/7-27/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.12." Ovid in Otherworld (27/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 204.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.12." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Si tamen est aliquid nobis hac luce petendum,
in loca ne redeas amplius ista, precor
It’s my birthday
today
why was I born
at all?
killing time
far from my country
I hope this day
will never
come again
not here
at least
(13/7-27/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 3.13." Ovid in Otherworld (27/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 211.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 3.13." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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En pudet et fateor, iam desuetudine longa
uix subeunt ipsi uerba Latina mihi
D’you want to know
about the people here?
their clothes their manners?
they carry weapons
all of them
the locals
barely civilised
colonials
gone native
longhaired bearded
jackknives
at the ready
I’m scarred enough
not to be scared
of them
can follow
their argot
(hardly call to mind
my own words now)
(13/7-28/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 5.7." Ovid in Otherworld (28/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 219.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 5.7." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Stare putes adeo procedunt tempora tarde,
et peragit lentis passibus annus iter
Three years I’ve been here now
three times the sea has
frozen thawed again
time passes in reverse
up here (it seems)
the shortest day
lasts longer than
the longest night
at home
nowhere is safe
the gangs descend
in migratory flocks
to test our walls
we gather cartridge cases
in the streets
like grain
farmers wear helmets
sheep fear war
not predators
I have to talk in signs
even to neighbours
here I’m the simpleton
nodding
as they mock me
to my face
(13/7-28/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 5.10." Ovid in Otherworld (28/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 228-29.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 5.10." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Sic utinam, quae nil metuentem tale magistrum
perdidit, in cineres Ars mea uersa foret
You tell me I should work
not kick
against the pricks
it’s harder
than you think
since song for me means
joy
laughing
at the funeral
dancing
at the wake
is what you ask
of me
& if I could forget it all
my life my country
you
I don’t have time
or peace of mind
to think up stories
I’m not the man I was
I keep on writing
but
when I reread it
ashes in the grate
is all
it’s worth
I should have started
doing that before
(13/7-28/8/06)
Publications:
- "Tristia 5.12." Ovid in Otherworld (28/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 233-34.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Tristia 5.12." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Qui, mortis saeuo geminent ut uulnere causas,
omnia uipereo spicula felle linunt.
Maximus
why am I writing you?
you’ll throw away the letter
when you see my name
up here
the locals smear their blades
with poison
to up the chances
of a fatal wound
circling the walls like wolves
the rooftops gleam
with last year’s crop of shrapnel
as my fourth winter
stretches into spring
no rest for me
even in dreams
I’m riddled
like a target
sweating on the chaingang
or worst of all
I dream I’m
safe at home
(14/7-29/8/06)
Publications:
- "Epistulae 1.2." Ovid in Otherworld (29/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 238.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Epistulae 1.2." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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man boldly goes where most courageous not step
– Chandra
Leap in the dark
or fall back
into fire
Pick up your pen
& scribble
round & round & round
Hot stony
& exclusive
vacant of all holy
“Hypnagogia –
most common features
vividness
& fear”
until you’re sure
that floating hand
the spider
rabbits
nest of rutting cats
have your best interests
at heart
bat them away
into tomorrow
(15-29/6/06)
Publications:
- Poetry NZ 33 (2006): 80.
- "Sleep Threshold - Hypnagogia." Ovid in Otherworld (3/10/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 242.
- "Sleep Threshold - Hypnagogia." EMO (2024)
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Vincitur Aegisos testataque tempus in omne
sunt tua, Vestalis, carmine facta meo.
Vestalis
you’ve been posted here yourself
to the land of the midnight sun
to police the Hyperboreans
below the pole
you know that I’m not lying
you can see the ice
the frozen bottles
bikies
racing their hogs
along the floes
you’ve seen the poisoned nunchucks
had to fight yourself
when the stockade was attacked
(your deeds will live forever
in my verse)
(14/7-30/8/06)
Publications:
- "Epistulae 4.7." Ovid in Otherworld (30/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 243.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Epistulae 4.7." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Ecquos tu silices, ecquod, carissime, ferrum
duritiae confers, Albinouane, meae?
This is my sixth
summer
Albovinanus
who’d have guessed
I’d last here
for so long?
water
carves out stone
fingers
wear gold rings
to ribbons
given time
but I’m untouched
a leafless land
that only grows
barbed wire
where rafts turn into
footpaths
on the sea
(14/7-30/8/06)
Publications:
- "Epistulae 4.10." Ovid in Otherworld (30/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 247.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Epistulae 4.10." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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Haec tibi mittuntur, quem sum modo carmine questus
non aptum numeris nomen habere meis
Tuticanus
– what a name!
I can’t think what to say to you except
get me out of here
anything would be better
Mt Purgatory
Guantanamo Bay
Iraq
the locals have got tired
of hearing me complain
yes once again
my work’s got me in trouble
& once again
I’m innocent
I like them
I just hate the place we’re in
admittedly I moan about the cold
the sieges
gunfights
gangmembers
but never a word against
my gentle hosts
they won’t let me pay taxes
call me their poet
far kinder
than you people
if only they lived further
from the pole
(14/7-30/8/06)
Publications:
- "Epistulae 4.14." Ovid in Otherworld (30/8/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 252-53.
- Traffic in Gold (Montana Poetry Day, January 13, 2008). Music by Anna Rugis / Poetry by Jack Ross. Audio CD: 77 minutes. Auckland: Auckland Art Gallery, 2009.
- "Epistulae 4.14." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- Texts and literal translations for these versions from Ovid are available in Ovid: Tristia. Ex Ponto. Trans. Arthur Leslie Wheeler. 1924. Loeb Classics. London: William Heinemann / Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1953.
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ritus erit veteris, nocturna Lemuria, sacri:
inferias tacitis manibus illa dabunt
May
Ghost feast
Lemuria
make offerings
to all the ghosts
at midnight
when dogs
& cocks
are fast asleep
walk barefoot
thumb
pressed through
your fingers
warding off
the hungry dead
wash your hands
in pure spring water
turn
& throw
black beans
away
9 x
face averted
say
I cleanse my house
the shade
walking behind you
wash your hands
again
& bang
a gong
9 x
ask all souls
to leave your house
go away
ghost elders
go
(27-28/9/06)
Publications:
- "Fasti V: 421-44." Ovid in Otherworld (28/9/06)
- "Ovid in Otherworld." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 254-55.
- "Fasti V: 421-44." EMO (2024)
Notes:
- A text and literal translation for this version from Ovid is available in Ovid: Fasti. Trans. J. G. Frazer. 1931. Loeb Classics. Cambridge: Harvard University Press / London: William Heinemann, 1959.
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I am the monkey of the Lord he said What can you want from me? 4 silvereyes 3 barstools 2 palmtrees a golden ring & no more strain
(10/8/07)
Publications:
- "Jack's Metamorphoses: Collage Poems & Sequences (1997-2007)." E M O. R.E.M. Trilogy 3. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3 (Auckland: Titus Books, 2008): 183.
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The Annotated Tree Worship: Draft Research Portfolio. ISBN 978-0-473-41328-6. Paper Table Novellas 2 (i). Auckland: Paper Table, 2017. iv + 88 pp.
Michelangelo: Pietro Aretino as St. Bartholomew (1536–1541)Pietro Aretino (1492-1556):
I Modi: Sexual Positions
Three Sonnets of Aretino
(January-April 1996)
Pietro Aretino: I Modi: The 16 Pleasures (1988)Fottiamei anima mia, fottiamei presto Poi che tutti per fotter nati siamo E se tu il cazzo adori, io la potta amo E saria il mondo un cazzo senza questo; E se post mortem fotter fuss'honesto Direi tanto fottiam, che ci moriamo Per fotter poi de la Eva, & Adamo Che trovaro il morir si dishonesto; Veramente gli e ver, che s'i furfanti Non mangiavan quel pomo traditore Io sò che si sfoiaunno gli amanti, Ma lasciamo ir le ciancie, & insero àl core Ficcami il cazzo, e sa ch'ivi sischianti L'anima, che'n su'l cazzo hor rasce hor more E s'e possibil fore Non mi tener la potta i coglioni D'ogni piacer fottuto testimoni. – Pietro Aretino, I Modi: I (1527)• My life, my soul, let's fuck - let's fuck right now Since every one of us was born for fucking; And if you're keen on cocks, I enjoy sucking Cunts. Without that ... well, I don't know how The world would manage. If the Fates allow Sex after death, what's wrong with us two ducking Out to play Adam & Eve? Something Tells me God goes mad if you break that vow. Yeah, those two surely screwed it up for us By eating that damned apple in the garden - If not, we'd cum all day without this fuss; But trêve de plaisanterie - just stick your yard in Hard - so hard it comes out at my bust: Don't even wait to let the sucker harden! Hey, could your tush Swallow my balls along with the rest of me? They're aching to report on what they see ....
(4/2/96)
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Io'l voglio in cul tu mi perdonerai, O donna io non vo far questo peccato: Perche quest'è un cibo da prelato; C'hanno il gusto perduto sempre mai; Deh mettil qui, non farò, si farai Perche non s'usa plu dall'altro lato, Id est in potta? Si, ma gli e piu grato Il cazzo dietro, che dinanzi assai; Da voi lasciar mi voglio configliare, Il cazzo e vostro, e s'ei vi piace tanto, Com'a cazzo gli havete a comandare, Io l'accetto ben mio, spingil da canto, Piu la, piu giu, ei c'e senza sputare; O cazzo buon campagno, o cazzo santto. Togliete'l tutto quanto. Io l'ho tolto entro piu, che volentiere, Ma starni un'anno ci vorre a sedere, – Pietro Aretino, I Modi: X (1527)• Sorry, babe, but I want it up the bum - Oh, lady, you are asking me to sin! What's more, the priests and servants of religion (Men of good taste) say that's reserved for them ... Just do it. - No, I won't! - Think playing dumb Will save you? That position's out of fashion. You mean in the pussy? Connoisseurs of passion Now say that from behind's the way to come! Well, you know best. I bow to your commands; As far as I'm concerned, my cock is yours; Please take the matter into your own hands ... I'll take you up on that, but first (of course) I'd like it up me - there - He understands Just when and where a lady likes brute force ... Inside her cooze? - No, now I'm sitting here with you inside, I'll gladly spend a year learning to ride!
(8/4/96)
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Tu pur à gambe in collo: in cul me l'hai Ficcato questo cazzo, urta fracassa Del letto mi ritruovo iu su la cassa. O che piacer è questo che me dai, Ritornami su'l letto, che mi fai Crepar qui sotto, con la testa bassa Dolor di figli, merda questa passa Amor crudel, à che redutto me hai. Che pensi tu di far? quel, che ti piace, Dammi la lingua un poco, anima mia: Assai dimanda, chi ben serv'e tace, La potta a alquanto di piacer vorria; Si non tra lei, e il cul non fia mai pace; Spinge compar che'l cazzo sen'va via. Certo mòrta saria Se stava un poco piu haver ristoro Da te mio ben, mio cor, e mio thesoro. – Pietro Aretino, I Modi: XVI (1527)• My legs are round your neck: inside my arse You've forced a prick to shatter my repose. From the bed my head has slipped beneath my toes; My God, c'est l'agonie - and yes - l'extase! But let's get back on top, or otherwise You'll split me right in two - my present pose Hurts worse than childbirth, constipation, those Animal curses. Love, let's skip this farce, What do you want to do? - What you desire, My darling ... only - slip me some more tongue: It's all I ask for lighting such a fire! My pussy's still demanding her own fun Or else she and my arse will go to war; Push hard - or you'll slip out, love - Christ, you're hung! I think I'd have gone blind If I'd had to wait one minute more to come, With you, my sweetheart, stuck up my behind!
(28/1/96)
Publications:
- Extracts included in The Annotated Tree Worship: Draft Research Portfolio (Auckland: Paper Table, 2017): 30.
Notes:
- Source: Giulio Romano, Marc-Antonio Raimondi, Pietro Aretino & Count Jean-Frédéric-Maximilien de Waldeck, I Modi: The Sixteen Pleasures. An Erotic Album of the Italian Renaissance. Ed. Lynne Lawler. 1984 (London: Peter Owen, 1988): 62-63, 80-81 & 92-93.
- I inserted these translations into part three of my (abandoned) first novel Keep Reading as the Day Declines (1995-97), but they were originally composed as a kind of experiment in obscene diction.
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