On the table, as pieces of paper,
every action of ours
and their worth in acting:
the exchange value of existence
an echo
screamed out in
the unpropagable vacuum
of extent
Translation by Eleonora Matarrese of my poetry: “Il Volume degli Agenti”
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The Volume of Agents
Posted in poetry with tags economics, economy, literature, news, poet, poetry, politics on October 10, 2008 by andjmAll is poetry
Posted in Infinite Horizon, life, literature, poet, poetry with tags art, literature, mars, nasa, phoenix, poem, poet, poetry on October 5, 2008 by andjm
Every time
in these four walls
there is my squared being
under its own astonished horizon
it watches the low energy dawn
of the incandescent lamp
and straight after
the electric sunset
bricked up by a click
Rain
Posted in Infinite Horizon with tags life, literature, photography, pic, pics, pictures, poem, poet, poetry on June 3, 2008 by andjm
*foto by jmarx (click for others)
A picture leaf
cries
dew of sunset
crying
by the sky.
You wet
my leaves
cause the sunset
is dew of crying
of the sky
in a picture
The sound of survival
Posted in Infinite Horizon with tags art, life, literature, poet, poetry on May 31, 2008 by andjm
*foto by jmarx (click to view others)
The others
don’t touch me:
let me fall.
no memories
no sounds
no smells
i remember
only the rumble
on the asphalt
of my body
Illusion
Posted in Infinite Horizon with tags art, life, literature, poetry on May 16, 2008 by andjm
*foto by me
that return was
without arrival
everything was
alone
in a memory
the sun is setting
too many times
©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)
Living
Posted in Infinite Horizon with tags life, literature, poet, poetry on May 15, 2008 by andjm
Any
raindrop
in that sunbeam,
any
the wind only
at the sunset
stops
don’t breath
we’re just a detail
- hard to hide -
©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)
English translation by Eleonora Matarrese to my italian version Vivere
