don’t speak to me….. one whisper will change everything
why does….. everyone….. carry monsters around with them….. so patiently
before my eyes….. the garden of vertigo.. .. is starting out at a blank sheet
the moment…. the words float up ….I ….brush against a soft breeze
catch alight ….leaping flames ….grasp at the curtain of meadow
grasp at …the flowerless bough
words … grasp other words …one after another
but what is …the garden of vertigo?
at each stand-still the … flint of the words … and the flint of the landscape …collide
snap crackle …tut-tut of tongues … here, you see? … I’m hearing things
I am … … .whispered to
leap up, little wisp of flame! stretch up, sweet chimney! the whole line blazes up
from the hem
starting out at a blank sheet blazes … the flowerless bough blazes
the deranged forest road blazes …the dance of the imps blazes
and though I am there …as though I was always meant to be …utterly lost
I can’t find the words .. ….ummmm … .. ….ummm
ummmm … … …ummmm
the garden of vertigo … …taken out (burnt) from the oven is
…………………whisp ……………………………………ear
flint………….. er
…………….ear
………………..………………..……….ear
………………..………………..………………..…………….…………….er
hear ………………..………………..……………wisp
fire ………………..………………..………………..……………………..tongue
………………..ear ………………..………………..………ear
………………..………………..………………..………………..………….er
Read ‘Hearing Beyond the Darkness’, an essay by Polly Barton on translating Japanese concrete poetry
