Béatrice Machet # 13 ETRE ELASTIQUE (to be elastic)

Béatrice Machet # 13     Etre élastique    after Kit Kelen’s second painting and Dominique Hecq’s #9

https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.fr/2018/03/kit-kelen-thinking-of-odveig-klyves.html

"une onde de choc

      l'enfant

           enseveli par les flots"

 

 

 

être élastique

pouvoir aller loin                  et revenir

même place même contour

comme si forme en son dedans

était lieu de mémoire

quand dehors on se voudrait :

rien que lisse enveloppe

to be elastic

being able to go far away                  and back

same place same outline

as if shape in its inside

was site of memory

when outside one would like to be:

a mere smooth envelope and nothing but  

there will be no removal of the force

it’s an original spring

call it life                     call it energy

call it heartache when ebbing

     just a dance to step in             

or out

provided it gives : intensity 

ne pas compter sur un retrait de la force

c’est un jaillissement  original

l’appeler vie                  l’appeler énergie

l’appeler peine de cœur quand elle recule

rien qu’une danse dans laquelle entrer     

ou sortir

pourvu que cela offre : l’intensité

Dominique Hecq & Béatrice Machet #2 - Exquivalence

Dominique Hecq & Béatrice Machet #2  

                                                                  Exquivalence

  

comme si embodied 

                                    disait comblé … sans alourdir

quelque chose de cru qu’on déguste sans y croire ou qu’on croit sans y gouter

                                                                     une huitre qui vous glisse dans la gorge

engorgée qui intuitionne et rassemble le souffle

quand le sens n'a plus de voix

et le soupir      se fraie un passage

toujours un germe de vie

                                      là

                       où est semée la mort

comme si palabras

                           disait accordé ... sans mentir

quelque chose d'intime qu'on respire sans y penser ou qu'on pense sans ressentir

                                                                                   un air qui vous valse dans la langue

langée qui se libère et se disperse

quand sputters et postillons sont palomas de la paz

essences d'existence comme qui dirait essance ou Seiendes

dans une caresse existents se découvrant

sans compter

ni le temps qu’il faudra

pour exprimer

ni le temps qu’il faudra 

au silence pour se poser

tel un feu follet  papillonnant dans une nuit hérissée de rosée

… nous aurons des fins de lit des fins d’émois difficiles … 

                                                              Exquivalence

as if incarné

                      meant fulfilled … without heaviness

something raw you savour without having to trust or something you trust without having to draw 

                                                                                  an oyster slipping down your swollen

throat that intuitions and gathers breath

when sense has lost all voice

and a sigh    clears through  

incipient life always

                        where

death has been sown

as if palabras

                       meant tuned … without lying

something intimate that you breathe without thinking or think without feeling

                                                                 a melody that walzes inside your swathed

tongue that wrings itself free and scatters

when perdigóns and postillons are palomas de la paz

essences of existence as you would say essence or Seiendes

in a caress existents discovering itself

not accounting

            for the time it takes

            to express

            nor the time it takes silence to land

like a will-o’-the-wisp fluttering in a night bristling with dew

… we’ll meet love-making edges sleepers of unmeeting endings…

Kit Kelen -- thinking of Odveig Klyve's Norway winter

Dominique Hecq #9 - ' - after

Kit Kelen -- thinking of Odveig Klyve's Norway winter

une onde de choc

      l'enfant

           enseveli par les flots

Kit Kelen -- thinking of Odveig Klyve's Norway winter

Anne Kellas #3 Stray poem, after reading Dominique Hecq #8 Transformations

STRAY POEM
after reading Dominique Hecq’s Transformations
https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.com.au/2018/03/dominique-hecq-8-transformations.html


Lost poem.
Intaglio’d. Code.

Poem
Rigged as a sail. Stretched onto canvas.

A dandelion, wheeling through the air
On its hollow-trellised spokes.

Daisy bells
In the wayward grass.

Medieval may-day dance flags.
A child’s garden posie.

In black earth, the grail-shaped husks
Of poppy: the forbidden, red-lipped kind,

Black centred.
Seeds of sweetpeas from a friend

Shaken from their heritage brown paper packet
Sprout in the greenhouse, arrows pointing skyward

In defiance of mushroom clouds, Putin,
And the rest of them.

The child is counting hours
on a daisy-petal wheel.

She’s lost in book knowledge,
among paint brushes.

Learning to place colour
in order on a palette.

What else matters?
The innocence of children.

Melinda Smith #4 Like I’m elated - after Toby Fitch #1 Feel Like I'm Somehow Related to Everyone on the Internet

(an erasure of Toby Fitch #1 Feel Like I'm Somehow Related to Everyone on the Internet )

First, a pic of the erasure as I would print it (click to get a better view):

Now, a lineated version in text for you to read / copy / manipulate:

Like I’m elated 

as long as I can remember

The sky’s brought here by aliens

shitstorms going on

I am outraged

I can

Crush

you

all the way down

Move!

it’s been raining 9 days straight

an automated replay

When you

gonna straighten out all

the

dead

the government

bubble

White

& non-ironic

on all platforms

for the next 500 years

The sky

& the moon

both

ways

like I’m everywhere / elated

Melinda Smith 

Mar 2017

Odveig Klyve # 2 After Ali Jane Smith – Steel Blues After Béatrice Machet # 12 STEEL GRAY--Gris acier

Blue, gray, white,
all these colours of cold
telling us what we miss,
what we wait for.
This strong cold
carries our sorrows
into the frozen lake,
to slowly thaw
by a humming
spring.


Blått, grått, kvitt
alle desse kuldens fargar
som seier oss kva vi saknar
kva vi ventar på.
Denne sterke kulden
ber sorgene våre
til den frosne sjøen
så dei kan tinast
av ein nynnande
vår.

Ali Jane Smith – Steel Blues

After Béatrice Machet # 12 STEEL GRAY--Gris acier

steel gray

your brain goes wild

on the phone to washington

while making the useless argument

for tariff exemption

some neurones are speaking and listening

others have got together

to distract themselves with the time step

your mother was right

tap lessons come in handy

at times of stress

if you tap you'll need to sing

                                                                      shuffle off to buffalo

sounded good

I didn't know buffalo upstate NY

meant marriage and everything dull

a steady job, dishcloths, all that

stomp

the president made assurances

hop step

in front of witnesses

flap

but can I say this

ball change

hop step

flap