.
.
negative spaces, the unsaid, gestures
-  luljeta lleshanaku
.
.
.
Language is erosive.
It makes us recluses

-  Luljeta Lleshanaku
.
.
.
After dusk, I looked for another language outside the window,
my eyes glued to a constellation
(they call these types "dreamers")
my discovery possibly a journey into the past,
toward a galaxy alread dead, nonexistent,
the kind of news that needs millions of years
to reach me.

- Luljeta Lleshanaku
.
.
.
no volume máximo

.
.
a silence that answers a silence that questions
- josé garcía villa
.
.
.
am so very am
- josé garcía villa
.
.
.
yet myself knows myself not
- josé garcía villa
.
.
.
mood

.
.
Desassombrado, doido, delirante
- Vinicius de Moraes
.
.
.
tudo está sozinho
- vinicius de moraes
.
.
.
Ava: You're creating obstacles for yourself.
Deborah: Maybe.

- Hacks, S03E01
.
.
.
you're just a memory, a flame
.
.
.
There's a lot of love left here for you and I
.
.
.
Vedi, in questi silenzi in cui le cose
s'abbandonano e sembrano vicine
a tradire il loro ultimo segreto, 
talora ci si aspetta
di scoprire uno sbaglio di Natura,
il punto morto del mondo, l'anello che non tiene,
il filo da disbrogliare che finalmente ci metta
nel mezzo di una verità.

- Eugenio Montale
. 
.
.
I want to scream, but silence holds my tongue
- Ai
.
.
.
ask me anything, ask me anything,
but don't make me decide what to do

- ai
.
.
.
Wishing I could get out of this alive, I hug myself.
- Ai
.
.
.
nada existe neste mundo
aquém ou além do fundo
da linguagem. É tudo um misto

de silêncio e de ruído

- Bruno Tolentino
.
.
.
é possível tocar a impermanência
- bruno tolentino
.
.
.
Pascal levava o próprio abismo dentro dele.
É tudo abismo para mim — desejo, ação,
sonho, linguagem... Sinto arrepiar-me a pele
as lufadas do pânico e, em qualquer direção,
  no alto, embaixo, em torno, sofro por toda parte
o silêncio, o sem-fundo, o espaço que me atrai
e me aterra...

- Bruno Tolentino
.
.
.
Le silence éternel de ces espaces
infinis m'effraie...

- Pascal
. 
.
.
                                                       Não
recordo se sonhei tudo isso ou não

- Bruno Tolentino
.
.
.
entre a gnose e o real (talvez) o acordo
- bruno tolentino
.
.
.
The end

When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey

hat bought earlier sickens.
I have no purpose no longer distinguishable.

A feeling like being choked
enters my throat.

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
No one speaks
alone. It
comes out
of something.

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
HELP
This here
hand's out

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
ATUALIZANDO

cloridrato de duloxetina 60mg
ao acordar

cloridrato de sertralina 25mg
após o almoço

cloridrato de amitriptilina 25mg
pregabalina 150mg
alprazolan 2mg
uma hora antes de dormir

- AR
.
.
.
Nature Morte

It's still
life. It
just ain't moving.

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
PATOLOGIA
para D.

ela achava genialidade
no que eu escrevia

- AR
.
.
.
Why want 
to be so one
when it's not
enough?

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
I know what you'd say
if I could ask you—
but I'm tired of it—
no word, nothing again.

- Robert Creeley
.
.
.
sextou

.
.
pungência pura
- adélia prado
.
.
.
Eu não sei quem sou.
Sem me sentir banida experimento degredo.

- Adélia Prado
.
.
.
Descuidada de que me entendam ou não,
falo as palavras,
para mim também e primeiro,
incompreensíveis.

- Adélia Prado
.
.
.
Ó Deus, cujo Reino é um festim,
a mesa dissoluta me seduz,
tem piedade de mim.

- Adélia Prado
.
.
.
It is my need to keep believing
That being has a sense.

- Yves Bonnefoy
.
.
.
What did we want?
Only to preserve the meaning in words.
They were our cup: language—
I raise it for you and with you.
Are these our voices? They scatterred echoes
Beneath a sombre vault, and then this silence.

- Yves Bonnefoy
.
.
.
How strange: I do not recognize you.
- Yves Bonnefoy
.
.
.
Neste mundo culpado, que só compra e desdenha,
   o mais culpado sou eu, petrificado de pena.

- Pier Paolo Pasolini
.
.
.
E tu só espalhas silêncio.
- Pier Paolo Pasolini
.
.
.
Claro que eu posso estar lembrando de tudo errado
depois de - quantos anos mesmo?

- Elizabeth Bishop
.
.
.
Be careful with that match!
.
.
.
time to plant tears
- elizabeth bishop
.
.
.
September rain falls on the house.
- Elizabeth Bishop
.
.
.
something moving but invisibly
- elizabeth bishop
.
.
.
always the silence
- elizabeth bishop
.
.
.
the small red sun goes rolling, rolling,
round and round and round at the same height
in perpetual sunset

- elizabeth bishop
.
.
.
The uncertainty 
he says he
finds exhilarating. He loves 
that sense of constant re-ajustment.

- Elizabeth Bishop
.
.
.
I am not alone in this sentence.
- Rae Armantrout
.
.
.
and the inner world is outspread
with shores of organic silence

- nicole brossard
.

.
.
language I'll say yes
from the top of my rib cage
language will you come
out and unearth the salt the certitude

- Nicole Brossard
.
.
.
We have to confront our own variation.
- Michel Serres
.
.
.
If you have a plethora of competing values, the competition on itself engenders anxiety. And that's well mapped neurophysiologically. And you can say in a sense that anxiety is actually an index of disunity. And so the price you pay for the patchwork is the consequence of the multitude of values that you have competing; they're going to compete: there'll be situations they're going to go head-to-head. It's very stressful. Conflicts of duty even, like, it can be a good against an evil, but it could be two goods against one another. And then you'll have to mediate between them or you're trapped between them in a place you can't make a decision, very existentially demanding.

.
.
.
Feud, fit, flap, flurry.
Hoopla. Imbroglio. Rhubarb. Pickle.

- Peter Pereira
. 
.
.
listen is the same as silent
.
.
.
.
.
let me love you low-key

.
.
EXTRACTS FROM THE BALL POEM BY JOHN BERRYMAN


What is the boy now, who has lost his ball.
What, what is he to do?

.
                                                                      Now
He senses his first responsability
In a world of possessions. People will take balls,
Balls will be lost always, little boy, 
And no one buys a ball back. Money is external.
He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes,
The epistemology of loss, how to stand up
Knowing what every man must one day know
And most know many days, how to stand up

.

I suffer and move
.
.
.
O promising despair
- John Berryman
.
.
.
Meus pés no chão
Como custaram a reconhecer o chão!

- Mario Quintana
.
.
.
sem um ai
- mario quintana
.
.
.
E é tão puro o silêncio agora!
- Mario Quintana
.
.
.
studying to be someone else,
                           why not?

- barbara guest
.
.
.
ALLOWING TIME
- Barbara Guest
.
.
.
I am a mountain: I last. I am wind: I seek.
- Sohrab Sepehri
.
.
.
the colour of silence sits upon my lips
- sohrab sepehri
.
.
.
                                                                                                                            I  am
ready to receive the vomit of conciousness and proceed down the avenues
of suggestion to become a limited option

- Kari Edwards
.
.
.
                  Excuse me:

have you seen my I?

- Joy Ladin
.