Uma tarde em família com Kerouac & Ginsberg & Carr

Marina Tadeu

Acessórios

Aqueles que metem o bugalho em tudo

dizem que as malas das mulheres

são transposições do útero.

Acho muito ordinário

pois se o corpo é ao contrário 

a minha, como a de Anne,

guardaria um aquário.

Meto a mão para remexer peixes

que mordem à procura de isco.

Um cigarro molhado acende-se no escuro.

Penso, se roupa é o corpo do avesso

que dizer dos bolsos de caqui colonial

ou dos calções de combate no deserto?

Terão homens inveja da vila?

Aqui carecas não usam pente no bolso 
de trás

e é isso que constrange o contrário.

Intimidade

Não consigo adormecer

sem o ressonar do marido

da mesma maneira

que parei de ver filmes

desde que encontrei os óculos

Preciso do som

para ganhar fôlego

mandar para o escuro

o olho da noite.

Somos dois cabeças no ar

pagamos por compras

que deixamos nas lojas

e se não fosse o filho

não entraríamos 

em casa.

Há muito que perdemos

as chaves.

Dois vencidos

que cantam destoados

nas ruas fazendo

figura triste

apesar de nos rirmos.

Quando discutimos

castigo-o com fado

e os Dubliners. 

Ah mulher, não me toques

folclore

que me desafinas

Ele vinga-se com os

Genesis do Gabriel.

Ah, homem

não me dês escatologia

que Messias

dão-me alergias.

Do pós-vida e a alma

fazemos apalpões.

Sabe que amo

os que antes dele existiam

e que por isso nunca mais

os verei.

Sei que ama

as que depois virão

e que por isso já as ceguei.

Há muito que o advento soprou.

À próxima teremos asas.

Sabemos que querer

dói menos que o fim

e lá nos vamos

consolando no outro

depositando na vida

a bolsa 

dessa ausência de todos.

Não consigo dormir

sem o ressonar dele

acertar o fôlego 

pela confiança 

da comédia

daquele coração deitado

e passando os dedos

pelo dorso dono

fechar estes olhos

vidrados à morte

exorcizando a mão

entre aquelas

pernas longas

até ao abandono.

Na volta descobrimos

que não nos deixámos.

Uns simplórios

é o que somos.

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(mais da autora aqui.)

Anne Sexton

As It Was Written

Earth, earth,
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots,
thickening the oceans like gravy,
festering in your caves,
you are becoming a latrine.
Your trees are twisted chairs.
Your flowers moan at their mirrors,
and cry for a sun that doesn't wear a mask.

Your clouds wear white,
trying to become nuns
and say novenas to the sky.
The sky is yellow with its jaundice,
and its veins spill into the rivers
where the fish kneel down
to swallow hair and goat's eyes.

All in all, I'd say,
the world is strangling.
And I, in my bed each night,
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.
And the moon,
under its dark hood,
falls out of the sky each night,
with its hungry red mouth  
to suck at my scars.

Queers Against Capitalist Crap

Anne Boyer

a form of sabotage

a form of sabotage in which you follow the book of rules exactly
a form of sabotage in which you will not print a word that is not the truth
a form of sabotage in which you open your mouth
a form of sabotage in which you shut it
a form of sabotage in which you repeat back only what you are told you should say aloud
a form of sabotage in which you say only what is said to you
a form of sabotage in which you say only what is said to you but never in so many words

a form of sabotage in which you adulterate the adulterated
a form of sabotage in which you adulterate something else
a form of sabotage in which you adulterate love, beauty, and springtime
a form of sabotage in which you adulterate critical theory, experimental literature, and the radical left
a form of sabotage in which you adulterate the german philosophers
a form of sabotage in which you adulterate the french poets

a form of sabotage in which you adulterate the lowest floating clouds

a form of sabotage in which you know you are the worker who makes herself as a product
a form of sabotage in which you know you are the content provider who provides herself as content
a form of sabotage in which you know you are the silk which dissolves in its folds
a form of sabotage in which you are the silk kept as strong as silk
a form of sabotage in which you are the gutter 
a form of sabotage in which you refuse to be silk or the gutter at all 

a form of sabotage in which you make the sharpest thing when they want the softest
a form of sabotage in which you make the kindest thing when they want the meanest
a form of sabotage in which you make the innocent thing when they want the ruthless
a form of sabotage in which you make the decorous thing when they want the useful
a form of sabotage in which you are boring 
a form of sabotage in which you are stupid
a form of sabotage in which you make the ugly thing, and the ugly thing, and the ugly thing 

a form of sabotage in which you make a material thing when they want an immaterial one
a form of sabotage in which you make an immaterial thing when they want a material one 
a form of sabotage in which you make the most perfect thing 

a form of sabotage in which you keep a full account  
a form of sabotage in which you have retained all the information 
a form of sabotage which is always your perfection
a form of sabotage which is the best job ever
a form of sabotage which is the level of contrition 
a form of sabotage in which you have merely forgot

a form of sabotage in which you will be precisely as they made you
a form of sabotage where you will offer a clear view of what is done to you
a form of sabotage in which you will not tell anyone the story
a form of sabotage in which you refuse to be a dialectician
a form of sabotage in which you are an eagle
a form of sabotage in which you are a tiger 
a form of sabotage in which you are already dead 

a form of sabotage in which you will not be lovers
a form of sabotage in which you will always be lovers
a form of sabotage in which there is no relation not of lovers
a form of sabotage in which I will always kiss you
a form of sabotage in which I will never kiss 

a form of sabotage in which you will not make slaves, not of yourselves or of your children
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your body
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your children’s bodies
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your jpegs
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your emails
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your books, chapbooks, magazines, journals, zines, communiques, and archives  
a form of sabotage in which you have weaponized your pdfs

and in your weaponized pdfs, the slow corroding of the tin can tinged with silk of the body of the silk-slaves which you have made from yourselves, of love then and the slow corroding, of the gutter then and all of the bodies who are lovers who did not know that they were lovers who are silent or saying everything who are not aleatory who are eagles who are no dialecticians who are already dead