My poem will not reconcile
humanity, but rather increase
its pragmatic enigmas
moving between ideologies
completely intact from niaisarie
as I develop my story.
That's why I will talk to you
dressed as a sailor, hegemonic
and transfigured after my appearance
on TV, seeking the vantage points
of the Observatory. However, my shabby
speaker surpasses all transmitters.
In tactics, the poetic immanence
found there always seeks
the cold, credible intellectual vision,
against the hallucinations of the news
and the infernal outbursts of the world
ranging from the hypochondriac
or testicular need for "more power"
to a dirty priesthood of judgments
disputing what still exists
of the supernatural in diplomacy.
Elegiac? From nothingness or distance.
A conventional sign of lies,
controversy is inductive and
full of people's inflexible slogans
---SIT UT EST AUT NON SIT---
and bears traces of the state of nature
and alliances and limited cunning
in a modest immoralism
tacitly accepted by all
---what they themselves believe
and the idiots among whom
their doctrine has become ivy.
We too will not be freed
from it very easily!
Being the fruit of mystical choices,
the poet places all of Nature in instinct,
promising a more constructive trust
once he recovers from "that flu."
I stood in the air of your fall
with all that surprise, irrepressible air,
of a gradation of selfishness
infinitely disguised by
flattery and pity, this failed kingdom
of diplomacy that leads
---between feces and foam---
to the servile instincts
of hell where all this exists
as "con-tract."
From there, the Shadow's
last "ratio" is born:
caution, even though each
word presents
difficulties of translation
and dirty rumors of the sea
between pipe puffs,
and even though my suspicion
has discovered vast solitudes
ever-wider
bordering cosmic fraternity in separation.
In that medieval sky
from which
my books escaped, the precarious skies
reacted to the dangerous abruptness
of the situation
(as little reactively
as the moderate remnants
of Machiavellianism
in Bocáccio's mouth
about Cesare Borgia:
"It's all over," to the
Duke of Parma).
They attack, but everything they attack becomes "DISTINCT." The battered
consciousness of the people ends up directly linking "worldly wisdom"
to the widespread idea of "lying at all costs"
spread in political circles.
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