One of the most influential writers in my life...Here I offer two important moments with him.
This is for Dreamers and Fighters:
To go away. My heart was pounding with emphatic generosities. To go away...I would arrive sleek and young in this land of mine and I would say to this land whose loam is part of my flesh:" I have wandered for a long time and i am coming back to the deserted hideousness of your sores."
i would go to this land of mine and I would say to it: "Embrace me without fear...And if All i can do is speak, it is for you I shall speak."
And again I would say:
"my mouth shall be the mouth of those calamities that have no mouth, my voice the freedom of those who break down in the prison holes of despair."
And on the way I would say to myself:
"And above all, my body as well as my soul, beware of assuming the sterile attitude of a spectator, for life is not a spectacle, a sea of miseries is not a proscenium, a man screaming is not a dancing bear..."
ENOUGH OF THIS OUTRAGE!
SO here is the great challenge and the satanic
compulsion and the insolent
nostalgic drift of April moons,
of green fires, of yellow fevers!
Vainly in the tepidity of your throat you ripen for the twentieth time the same indigent solace that we are mumblers of words
Words? while we handle quarters of earth, while we wed delirious continents, while we force steaming gates, words, ah yes, words! but words of fresh blood, words that are tidal waves and erysipelas and malarias and lava and brush fires, and blazes of flesh, and blazes of cities....
Know this:
the only game i play is the millenium
the only game i play is the Great Fear
put up with me. I won't put up with you!
i would go to this land of mine and I would say to it: "Embrace me without fear...And if All i can do is speak, it is for you I shall speak."
And again I would say:
"my mouth shall be the mouth of those calamities that have no mouth, my voice the freedom of those who break down in the prison holes of despair."
And on the way I would say to myself:
"And above all, my body as well as my soul, beware of assuming the sterile attitude of a spectator, for life is not a spectacle, a sea of miseries is not a proscenium, a man screaming is not a dancing bear..."
ENOUGH OF THIS OUTRAGE!
SO here is the great challenge and the satanic
compulsion and the insolent
nostalgic drift of April moons,
of green fires, of yellow fevers!
Vainly in the tepidity of your throat you ripen for the twentieth time the same indigent solace that we are mumblers of words
Words? while we handle quarters of earth, while we wed delirious continents, while we force steaming gates, words, ah yes, words! but words of fresh blood, words that are tidal waves and erysipelas and malarias and lava and brush fires, and blazes of flesh, and blazes of cities....
Know this:
the only game i play is the millenium
the only game i play is the Great Fear
put up with me. I won't put up with you!
