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Episode 5: ep. 5 - a poetry reading from Maresciàra - androcell

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When? This feed was archived on November 26, 2021 22:25 (2+ y ago). Last successful fetch was on September 20, 2021 05:09 (2+ y ago)

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コンテンツは Giovanni Simone Orecchio によって提供されます。エピソード、グラフィック、ポッドキャストの説明を含むすべてのポッドキャスト コンテンツは、Giovanni Simone Orecchio またはそのポッドキャスト プラットフォーム パートナーによって直接アップロードされ、提供されます。誰かがあなたの著作権で保護された作品をあなたの許可なく使用していると思われる場合は、ここで概説されているプロセスに従うことができますhttps://ja.player.fm/legal
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joint / to you, sleeping
your pain is hard. you always look like
crossed by a thousand thoughts a thousand blades/
a thousand sailing ship dreams ,
blood accidents,
clay;
I like your dog eyes/
your pain is mine to guard, to admire,
It is mine to heal, since it comes me natural
as sharing a wept it comes / and I come
to you / you come to me
I want to make you spirit and flesh
sex and water
thigh
free to be shown or not
to be scratched or not;
kiss you on the forehead and where
your legs join in cave incision
sea like or not
inlet,
everywhere;
looking at your back one night and nothing else,
sleep inside you
being slept, dreamt, bit;
my chest and what it contains
that’s yours,
an only with you it moist with blood
in the best way/
laying/
yours are my nervous feet
yours is my phallus
yours are my spasms
yours is my neck
you are almond woman
and no one fits like

you exactly coincide.
___________________
lawyer M. boat

it doesn’t sail on salt water
anymore
gathering rain instead;
fixed on wooden turrets
night blue keel, water-green higher
and wooden
Someone brought it here
to Mauro’s shipyard were was born,
sons or devastated friends,
after you died,
and such as the memory of you
it rests
under just olive trees
unjust heat
-you would have said it better-
Put me back on the sea, -seems saying-
its graceful planks seem to whisper,
take those clamps away from me
I am pretty, willing to cut waves
be barge and refuge
for naps of bathers,
fisherman’s desire/
I’m not able to dream here
I’m not fond of hills or birds singing
but I am of sea stacks
dawn beginning
marine sun
marine warmth
___________________________
dusk
I like your nape
looks like a tiny bridge
a wooden bridge leading
to the lands of your mind,
you mind’s
caves,
things on fire-
this beating I hear
from stern, through stern, in stern/
does this beating
belong
to the one
I care about most (creature)?
she speaks to me
being me plus Cancer sign/
and she’s all the complex metaphors and desire
and black
and gate and risk
she’s a leaf to rain on,
she consoles me
________________________
August 3
in this hot weather death I walk,
slowly
like skin in water.
it is enough
to be

next to a fan of yours,
then isn’t enough/
cause my mind detaches
from skull and its axis
like a crown from the pedestal,
like garlic from dirt/
with a glass per day
of fecund red oblivion ,
-no blade sight passes
through this blood-
a hundred years to live
carcass of thinking
roars
about what you were
smoke in squall /
here: eat
earth and sea things
that tasted the same
for a thousand years ;
things that breathe, eat on their own,
suck, sip, absorb, chew, digest
other things with wings, fins, leaves,
roots, nails, jaws, mineral and dirt molecules/
happiness is in basil.
in this hot weather
suggesting death
more than freeze does
as skin in water
still
happiness is in basil leaves
in your hands on my ears
in fishermen shouting
____________________
onirical (a dream)


as I reached
the crater’s mouth
I came to my ogival wound
completely awake I came
to my sleep,
to my vigil
in total seclusion of thought
mind wasn’t aching
but had consistence
of exhausted leaves

in plastic or jute
-temples like mad magnets-
on the throat trampoline
still
a black molasses black wept
mustard silence
of things repelled, imprisoned
-boiling wort unconscious-
I came to anxiety
that had form of a clearing
with suspended bodies all over
-also suspended was the bodies sight-
and the clearing was a laying down temple
meanwhile
a stern itching,
and the eternal fallen down ourselves
in infinite copies of ourselves,
always identical
then always different,
never better,
deceived
in a modest and immature
renovation circus
ending
in shedding skin
/the ghoulish act/
With phantasmagorical radiant ravishing
new coloring
we do throw ourselves in hope of a different brain
and at any dusk
we’re swindled.
II.
You poet, wearing amulets you rummage
in discernment itself,
looking for a reason for reincarnation,
a rule or evidence;
arousing and caring about anything;
your eyebrows look like dolphins.
It’s poet fashion and only
poet fashion
seeking for a system untangling impossible,
-must it be sublime system-
My green poet is never tired,
he’s a child wearing in ash armor
and I love him.
The woman with him
doesn’t know mournfulness,
and the stars on her eyelids
don’t burn her at all,
and she leaves galloping
with arch and arrows
pointing heavens.
III.

As I came to the womb of earth
I hit her with my member,
she rejected it firstly,
then embraced it, and as a whole
I entered those viscera,
I fused to that body
coinciding
as wax on wax.
For indefinable time
this manner I lingered, -genitals and stars pulsing,
wandering megaliths and arteria-
until my phallus turned
to fresh water fish
shelling out
in the glance of a laugh.
I was banished
as a satellite debris.
My coarse carbon limbs
is still meandering through galaxies,
or maybe inside a dream
of her, naked, who knows.
in the dream of her
in the womb of her
in the purple stomach of her
I wept and drank
my human flesh
she became then
almighty mind
and eye
and from that thought
waters and fires bloomed
ferns and starving things
firsts and numerous
__________________
thank you, sincerely
giovanni s.

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When? This feed was archived on November 26, 2021 22:25 (2+ y ago). Last successful fetch was on September 20, 2021 05:09 (2+ y ago)

Why? 無効なフィード status. サーバーは持続期間に有効なポッドキャストのフィードを取得することができませんでした。

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コンテンツは Giovanni Simone Orecchio によって提供されます。エピソード、グラフィック、ポッドキャストの説明を含むすべてのポッドキャスト コンテンツは、Giovanni Simone Orecchio またはそのポッドキャスト プラットフォーム パートナーによって直接アップロードされ、提供されます。誰かがあなたの著作権で保護された作品をあなたの許可なく使用していると思われる場合は、ここで概説されているプロセスに従うことができますhttps://ja.player.fm/legal
itunes pic
joint / to you, sleeping
your pain is hard. you always look like
crossed by a thousand thoughts a thousand blades/
a thousand sailing ship dreams ,
blood accidents,
clay;
I like your dog eyes/
your pain is mine to guard, to admire,
It is mine to heal, since it comes me natural
as sharing a wept it comes / and I come
to you / you come to me
I want to make you spirit and flesh
sex and water
thigh
free to be shown or not
to be scratched or not;
kiss you on the forehead and where
your legs join in cave incision
sea like or not
inlet,
everywhere;
looking at your back one night and nothing else,
sleep inside you
being slept, dreamt, bit;
my chest and what it contains
that’s yours,
an only with you it moist with blood
in the best way/
laying/
yours are my nervous feet
yours is my phallus
yours are my spasms
yours is my neck
you are almond woman
and no one fits like

you exactly coincide.
___________________
lawyer M. boat

it doesn’t sail on salt water
anymore
gathering rain instead;
fixed on wooden turrets
night blue keel, water-green higher
and wooden
Someone brought it here
to Mauro’s shipyard were was born,
sons or devastated friends,
after you died,
and such as the memory of you
it rests
under just olive trees
unjust heat
-you would have said it better-
Put me back on the sea, -seems saying-
its graceful planks seem to whisper,
take those clamps away from me
I am pretty, willing to cut waves
be barge and refuge
for naps of bathers,
fisherman’s desire/
I’m not able to dream here
I’m not fond of hills or birds singing
but I am of sea stacks
dawn beginning
marine sun
marine warmth
___________________________
dusk
I like your nape
looks like a tiny bridge
a wooden bridge leading
to the lands of your mind,
you mind’s
caves,
things on fire-
this beating I hear
from stern, through stern, in stern/
does this beating
belong
to the one
I care about most (creature)?
she speaks to me
being me plus Cancer sign/
and she’s all the complex metaphors and desire
and black
and gate and risk
she’s a leaf to rain on,
she consoles me
________________________
August 3
in this hot weather death I walk,
slowly
like skin in water.
it is enough
to be

next to a fan of yours,
then isn’t enough/
cause my mind detaches
from skull and its axis
like a crown from the pedestal,
like garlic from dirt/
with a glass per day
of fecund red oblivion ,
-no blade sight passes
through this blood-
a hundred years to live
carcass of thinking
roars
about what you were
smoke in squall /
here: eat
earth and sea things
that tasted the same
for a thousand years ;
things that breathe, eat on their own,
suck, sip, absorb, chew, digest
other things with wings, fins, leaves,
roots, nails, jaws, mineral and dirt molecules/
happiness is in basil.
in this hot weather
suggesting death
more than freeze does
as skin in water
still
happiness is in basil leaves
in your hands on my ears
in fishermen shouting
____________________
onirical (a dream)


as I reached
the crater’s mouth
I came to my ogival wound
completely awake I came
to my sleep,
to my vigil
in total seclusion of thought
mind wasn’t aching
but had consistence
of exhausted leaves

in plastic or jute
-temples like mad magnets-
on the throat trampoline
still
a black molasses black wept
mustard silence
of things repelled, imprisoned
-boiling wort unconscious-
I came to anxiety
that had form of a clearing
with suspended bodies all over
-also suspended was the bodies sight-
and the clearing was a laying down temple
meanwhile
a stern itching,
and the eternal fallen down ourselves
in infinite copies of ourselves,
always identical
then always different,
never better,
deceived
in a modest and immature
renovation circus
ending
in shedding skin
/the ghoulish act/
With phantasmagorical radiant ravishing
new coloring
we do throw ourselves in hope of a different brain
and at any dusk
we’re swindled.
II.
You poet, wearing amulets you rummage
in discernment itself,
looking for a reason for reincarnation,
a rule or evidence;
arousing and caring about anything;
your eyebrows look like dolphins.
It’s poet fashion and only
poet fashion
seeking for a system untangling impossible,
-must it be sublime system-
My green poet is never tired,
he’s a child wearing in ash armor
and I love him.
The woman with him
doesn’t know mournfulness,
and the stars on her eyelids
don’t burn her at all,
and she leaves galloping
with arch and arrows
pointing heavens.
III.

As I came to the womb of earth
I hit her with my member,
she rejected it firstly,
then embraced it, and as a whole
I entered those viscera,
I fused to that body
coinciding
as wax on wax.
For indefinable time
this manner I lingered, -genitals and stars pulsing,
wandering megaliths and arteria-
until my phallus turned
to fresh water fish
shelling out
in the glance of a laugh.
I was banished
as a satellite debris.
My coarse carbon limbs
is still meandering through galaxies,
or maybe inside a dream
of her, naked, who knows.
in the dream of her
in the womb of her
in the purple stomach of her
I wept and drank
my human flesh
she became then
almighty mind
and eye
and from that thought
waters and fires bloomed
ferns and starving things
firsts and numerous
__________________
thank you, sincerely
giovanni s.

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