2009.11.16-17 Altrament / Other way / Otramente / Altfel / Autrement

23:00

I look and cannot see,
I speak and talk and I don't say;
seràs i no estaràs
en cap lloc
sobre el mapa del meu jo -
un camp d'afectes,
un camp on la meva inquietud pastura.

I començo des del fi,
dic "ara", després ahir,
per tant - per què?
per què no acabem al principi?
per què no quedem sols?
per què pugem?
per què hi ha aquest per què?
digué el cervell penjat
en la terra del rat-penat.

00:33

2009.11.14 Menos que mas / Más "de vez" que "en cuando"

16:00 Ahir (13 nov) fou un dia quan vaig aprendre que el valencià és: sigui la mateixa cosa que el català, sigui una part/dialecte/variant del català, si voleu *; que aquí la gent diu "Bona nit" com un procediment del silenci sepulcral; diu "Buenos días" com un comiat, a menys per uns dies; a Barcelona el matí dura fins les dues, la tarda fins les 8 [una mica sense perspectiva en comparació amb "3/4 de (no se quant)", oi?]; que no haig de preparar tant la forma de l'expressió, sinó mes el contingut; per això, no importa tant si "aquesta paraula existeix" mentre sigui compresa.

16:00 Yesterday (13th of Nov) was a day that I learnt the Valencian is: either the same thing as Catalan, or a part/dialect/variant of the Catalan, if you wish *; that here people say "Bona nit" as an anticipation of the tomb-like silence; that they say "Buenos dias" as a farewell, at least for several days; that in Barcelona the mornings end at 2 PM, the afternoons at 8 PM [a little without perspective compared to the "tres quarts de nou e.g." (which means "3/4 an hour of 9"= 8.45), huh?]; that I am not supposed to prepare so much the form of the expression, but the content; therefore, it doesn't matter a lot if "this word exists" as long as it is understood.

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*cosa que s'explica pel fet que no sé quin
gobern vol amagar la dimensió efectiva
de Catalunya.
*that can be explained by the fact I don't
know which government/other form of
power wants to hide the actual dimension
of Catalonia.

2009.08.27 AB OCCVLTO

AB OCCVLTO

Videbo quo dii me concellant?
Videbo quod sacri viderunt?
Profanus manebo at sperans,
Vel sempiterne sine divo aliquo?

Iam tempestas non venit,
Nisi aura et simulacra fugientia

~1:00 PM

2009.09.24 De Nihilo

· És el vint-i-quatre de setembre de dos mil nou, 12:00 / migdia=> ¡Festa! ¡Anem per a celebrar La Mercè! or

· Hi! It’s twelve o’ clock. “Do you know where your brain is?” (© YIM) – ‘cause I don’t.

Bon dia, Bonjour, ‘Neaţa, or however you want, because I can still find it confusing speaking even Romanian; I someday after three weeks of no contact with Romanian had the opportunity to speak it, and the weird. I should use Catalan (as it has fewer syllables, and that would be environmentally friendly after I conceive my perfectly successful book that people all over the world will be buying), French (because I have some francophone contacts at times), or maybe Romanian (because I’m supposed to know it the best, while people tell me “You should forget it!” or “I don’t want to hear foreign accent from you on Romanian!”), or maybe Spanish (well, even though la Generalitat de Catalunya pretends they are autonomous); instead, I use neither of those.

I really should enjoy the celebration of La Mercè now, but I am rooted here, ‘cause you know how a hangover is. ¡Anem a la ciutat per a celebrar! Yeah, sure, let’s sleep again.

Oui, c'est vrai, je seulement écris maintenant pour vous dire rien, o jo crec que això és només una grafomània, com a alguns els agrada dir. Est-ce que quelqu’un a quelque fois écrit sur Rien? C’est productif dans la même manière qu’un magasin donnerait aussi d’argent quand les produits seriaient vendus. C’est vrai, je vous conterai sur le Rien; comme je disais,

Jo sóc el no quan tu dius “yes”.

No passa res

si no m’entends.

Només flors negres

Sobre el cementeri de la meva men

I get to believe that I am my worst enemy.

2009.09.30 Encara em sona en la ment

QVO VADO?

(Encara em sona en la ment)

Encara em sona en la ment

la veu del meu pais

i no se on o quan hi haura

el meu futur raiz,

sobre quin terra estara

la sombra del meu ego.

Pero si se que esta vegada

ja no soc jo mateix,

ja no em conec gaire.

Qui ets? Que fas? On vas?

I vinc tambe de no se on,

d’un univers tancat.

Cada vegada em dic

‘aixo passara aviat’,

com si fos nomes el temps

un molt gran enemic,

i no jo qui s’abissa

poc a poc

mateix en se mateix.

Donc discuteixo mes d’aixo

quan trobo aquesta clau.

2009.08.17,18 Ars PROSAICA

"Poetry for prose is like a film frame for cinematography".

So this hypothesis, which is partially true, affirms that a poem is just an instant of a poet's ego. But how long can this instance be? Or its echo? Couldn't it span across more frames? Anyway, from my angle, a "standard" poem is a longer or shorter state of mind (an epic is an exception hence; or let's take The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, where there's a long series of events too)

I said "partially". Because we can either take Aeneid, or a poem with two lines. At the upper extreme, an epic national poem cannot express solely a frame of the lyrical ego's thoughts. It cannot be only a moment, a temporary feeling for the poet. On the other hand, at the lower extreme, an "I woke up/ and the Sun was smiling at me" poem is definitely a transient moment though; it only marks fugitive states of mind.

My thesis is:
Poetry is enclosed by its form (prosody, rhyme, verse etc.) and its usual sizes: there are more leftover parts of the poet's mind than he managed to express in the poem. And this limitation leads to hermeticism/esoterism.

2009.08.13 Fulfilment of the Revery

I've always seen you more attractive
Than you had been seconds before.
You've always made me recollecting
All my best times I could explore.

You never lie, you never cheat,
You gave yourself to me complete;
You filled my dreams just as you are,
You quenched my thirst sweetly bizarre.

You've always drawn me into frenzy
In moments that I hadn't hoped
To bring me into ecstasy;
I only now know how I coped.

I've always found you more attractive;
You never lie, you never cheat,
You gave yourself to me complete,
Guitar of low-pitched dreams I've had.

2:10-3:00 am