Michael
McClure
PARA
JACK KEROUAC; A CÂMARA
EM
LUMINOSA SALA NO ESCURO INFERNO EM UMBRA E CROMO
Eu
sento sentindo o inchar da nuvem feita ao redor por mover
de
braço perna e língua. Em reflexos de dourada
luz.
Tons e luzes de ouro e âmbar espetando
e
lampejante. Vidro mancha... vidro azul,
telefone
escuro. Chama de fósforo de violeta e carne
vistas
na clara brilhante luz. Não é noite
e
noite também. No Inferno, existem estrelas lá fora.
E
longos sons de carros. Pardas sombras nos muros
na
luz da sala. Eu sento ou fico
querendo
a imensa realidade de toque e amor.
Na
sala transmutada. Lembrar o sonho longíquo
de
animais empalhados (coruja, raposa) numa loja
escura.
Querendo
apenas
a pureza de cores limpas e novas formas
e
sentimentos.
EU
CHORARIA POR ELES INUTILMENTE
Eu
tenho dez anos de vida para cultuar juventude
Billy
the Kid, Rimbaud, Jean Harlow
trad.
livre : LdeM
FOR
JACK
KEROUAC
;
THE
CHAMBER
IN
LIGHT
ROOM
IN
DARK
HELL
IN
UMBER
AND
CHROME
I,
sit
feeling
the
swell
of
the
cloud
made
about
by
movement
of arm leg and tongue. In reflections of gold
light. Tints and flashes of gold and amber spearing
and glinting. Blur glass . . . blue Glass,
black telephone. Matchflame of violet and flesh
seen in the clear bright light. It is not night
of arm leg and tongue. In reflections of gold
light. Tints and flashes of gold and amber spearing
and glinting. Blur glass . . . blue Glass,
black telephone. Matchflame of violet and flesh
seen in the clear bright light. It is not night
and
night
too.
In
Hell,
there
are
stars
outside.
And long sounds of cars. Brown shadows on walls
in the light
of the room. I sit or stand
wanting the huge reality of touch and love.
In the turned room. Remember the longago dream
of stuffed animals ( owl, fox ) in a dark shop. Wanting
only the purity of clean colors and new shapes
and feelings.
I WOULD CRY FOR THEM USELESSLY
And long sounds of cars. Brown shadows on walls
in the light
of the room. I sit or stand
wanting the huge reality of touch and love.
In the turned room. Remember the longago dream
of stuffed animals ( owl, fox ) in a dark shop. Wanting
only the purity of clean colors and new shapes
and feelings.
I WOULD CRY FOR THEM USELESSLY
I
have
ten
years
life
to
worship
youth
Billy the Kid, Rimbaud, Jean Harlow
Billy the Kid, Rimbaud, Jean Harlow
para ver : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHwKmQmfZ7Y
Michael McClure
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