The Great Lament Of My Obscurity Three
by Tristan Tzara
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the
in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt lilies
my son
my son
let us always shuffle through the colour of the world
which looks bluer than the subway and astronomy
we are too thin
we have no mouth
our legs are stiff and knock together
our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica
mad : the zigzags crack
telephone
bite the rigging liquefy
the arc
climb
astral
memory
towards the north through its double fruit
like raw flesh
hunger fire blood
Tristan Tzara (April 16, 1896 - December 25, 1963) is the pseudonym of Sami Rosenstock, born in Moinesti, Bacău, Romania. A poet and essayist who lived for the majority of his life in France, he is known mainly as a founder of Dada, a nihilistic revolutionary movement in the arts.
3 comments:
I love your cats... They are beautiful!!!
Hi :-) I came to say hello to Ludwig again, and to the rest kittens :-) Mine black cat is very fine too, maybe I shoul put his picture on my blog, I will think over it. Have a beautiful weekend!
Tristan è stato un bravo poeta !
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