Industriel/ Industrial

스트레스/ Stress - 2

스트레스 / Stress

Fievre global/ Global Fevering -- II

Global Fevering II

The sun sets, 

Eternal, burning,

While the air

Has changed.

Dusty --beautifully so (once)--

It is now

Dusted

With dust.

Fievre global/ Global Fevering - I

Global Fevering 1

The red-faced 

Whities -- 

The terrible Powers -- 

Are, are, R us;

Let's be honest:

We drive the same 

Gas-generators,

Snuggle in the same 

Furnace-toasted

Homes. 

We project onto Harps, Trumps, F-F-Fohrds

Beams of Yuppie Hate...

But we are (are, are, R),

If not the same,

Then -- planet-wise --

Too late.

서울의 봄/ Printemps en Seoul/ Seoul Spring

Émile Nelligan - Poésie/ poetry

Émile Nelligan, from a good website of Québécois poetry

Soir d’hiver

Ah ! comme la neige a neigé !

Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.

Ah ! comme la neige a neigé !

Qu’est-ce que le spasme de vivre

À la douleur, que j’ai, que j’ai !

Tous les étangs gisent gelés,

Mon âme est noire : Où vis-je ? où vais-je ?

Tous ses espoirs gisent gelés :

Je suis la nouvelle Norvège

D’où les blonds ciels s’en sont allés.

Pleurez, oiseaux de février,

Au sinistre frisson des choses,

Pleurez, oiseaux de février,

Pleurez mes pleurs, pleurez mes roses,

Aux branches du genévrier.

Ah ! comme la neige a neigé !

Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.

Ah ! comme la neige a neigé !

Qu’est-ce que le spasme de vivre

À tout l’ennui que j’ai, que j’ai !….

Émile NELLIGAN, Poésies complètes. (1896-1899)

Fides, 1966

Le Vaisseau d’Or

Voyage par voiture, 1974/ Car Trip, 1974

Car trip, 1974

The sun (which is fun)

Has a sort of taken-for-granted quality

To the young;

Its rays--

Hot, prickling-- 

Are for outside

During a stop.

Nature , alone, 

Bores ...

No kid *really* likes pure sky, pure lake, pure grass.

It's the inner sun,

The joking around,

That makes all that

Raw world 

Into something

Well-remembered

And...

And... (ultimate fate)...

Done.

내 동생의 글/ L'ecriture de mon frere/ Writing by my brother

나뭇잎의 수업/ Lecons de feiulle/ Leaf Lessons II

Leaf Lessons IV

Forest '67

Remember 

That bliss

Seems only a moment 

Of melt,

But returns 

And is ...

Plentiful?

There's a pain here--

It's the time you remember, 

Time's arrow

Worse than a bullet

Softer than a pillow.

We played in the

Tangles of paradise;

We learned to love nature

Here.

We ...

We ...

Were a we,

And existed with the permanence

Of things that

Leave.

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nHi-lizm (video version) -- YouTube link

http://youtu.be/HT6yB4dLokY

nHi-lizm-- link to poem at the Puritan

The first two stanzas of my hiponnet as it originally appeared in The Puritan

http://puritan-magazine.com/nhi-lizm/

1.

lootenant sed to sarge

sum bad guyz r still in da ville

so sarge told da patrol

u gotta shoot ta kill

 

2.

da phos4us iz pretty

when it lites da sky

but when hitz da kidz

it just burnz n burnz

like a fyre dat wurmz

n most of da suckerz

die

Continued--