Dillinger
Guerrilla Ontologist
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Octavio Paz - my favorite poet. An incredible, mystical, magickal weaver of wordpoemorgasms:
Two Bodies
Two bodies face to face
are at times two waves
and night is an ocean.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two stories
and night is a desert.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two roots
laced into night.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two knives
and night strikes sparks.
Two bodies face to face
are two stars falling
in an empty sky.
Octavio Paz - "a man in love with silence who can't stop talking."
Born 1914 in a suburb outside Mexico City. Went East to the Spanish Civil War. Was a surrealist in Paris in the 1940's. Then San Franciso... New York... WWII. India and Japan. Mexican ambassador to India from 1962 to 68. In the 70's taught in various American Universities. 1990 Nobel Laureate in Literature.
Paz studied Buddhism and Tantrism,the revelation of passion binding the world in illusion, and of passion as the liberator of the world: that in the moment of absolute integration, the world dissolves, "transparency is all that remains."
He believed that poetry was "the secret religion of the modern age" and that the revolution of the word is the revolution of the world, and that both cannot exist without a revolution of the body: life as art, a return to the mythic lost unity of thought and body, man and nature, I and the other.
Liberty, love and poetry.
An excerpt from Sun stone
I go among your body as among the world,
your belly the sunlit center of the city,
your breasts two churches where are celebrated
the great parallel mysteries of the blood,
the looks of my eyes cover you like ivy,
you are a city by the sea assaulted,
you are a rampart by the light divided
into two halves, distinct, color of peaches,
and you are saltiness, you are rocks and birds
beneath the edict of concentrated moon
and dressed in the coloring of my desires
you go naked as my thoughts go naked,
I go among your eyes as I swim water,
the tigers come to these eyes to drink their dreams,
the hummingbird is burning among these flames,
I go upon your forehead as the moon,
like cloud I go among your imagining
journey your belly as I journey your dream,
your loins are harvest, a field of waves and singing,
your loins are crystal and your loins are water,
your lips, your hair, the looks you give me, they
all night shower down like rain, and all day long
you open up my breast with your fingers of water,
you close my eyelids with your mouth of water,
raining upon my bones, and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree...
[Edited by Dillinger on 05-30-2001 at 10:30 AM]
Two Bodies
Two bodies face to face
are at times two waves
and night is an ocean.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two stories
and night is a desert.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two roots
laced into night.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two knives
and night strikes sparks.
Two bodies face to face
are two stars falling
in an empty sky.
Octavio Paz - "a man in love with silence who can't stop talking."
Born 1914 in a suburb outside Mexico City. Went East to the Spanish Civil War. Was a surrealist in Paris in the 1940's. Then San Franciso... New York... WWII. India and Japan. Mexican ambassador to India from 1962 to 68. In the 70's taught in various American Universities. 1990 Nobel Laureate in Literature.
Paz studied Buddhism and Tantrism,the revelation of passion binding the world in illusion, and of passion as the liberator of the world: that in the moment of absolute integration, the world dissolves, "transparency is all that remains."
He believed that poetry was "the secret religion of the modern age" and that the revolution of the word is the revolution of the world, and that both cannot exist without a revolution of the body: life as art, a return to the mythic lost unity of thought and body, man and nature, I and the other.
Liberty, love and poetry.
An excerpt from Sun stone
I go among your body as among the world,
your belly the sunlit center of the city,
your breasts two churches where are celebrated
the great parallel mysteries of the blood,
the looks of my eyes cover you like ivy,
you are a city by the sea assaulted,
you are a rampart by the light divided
into two halves, distinct, color of peaches,
and you are saltiness, you are rocks and birds
beneath the edict of concentrated moon
and dressed in the coloring of my desires
you go naked as my thoughts go naked,
I go among your eyes as I swim water,
the tigers come to these eyes to drink their dreams,
the hummingbird is burning among these flames,
I go upon your forehead as the moon,
like cloud I go among your imagining
journey your belly as I journey your dream,
your loins are harvest, a field of waves and singing,
your loins are crystal and your loins are water,
your lips, your hair, the looks you give me, they
all night shower down like rain, and all day long
you open up my breast with your fingers of water,
you close my eyelids with your mouth of water,
raining upon my bones, and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree...
[Edited by Dillinger on 05-30-2001 at 10:30 AM]
