stand
stand
cross hands
you cannot seduce
serpents
that simple
&
clear
bones bamboo
growing from grids
look into eyes
of eye
so serpent sang
so beautifully
see behind lines
learn from blind
base of breathing
in
& out
leo the blind
looks
all along
line after line
contours
& configuration
sequence
& succession
limit within limit
edge of edge
go
sink below line
glide over harvest
bear fruit
tie to cord
rope string
cable & wire
thread of thread
think
fucking think
think thought
line in line
over lines
into lines
for fuck’s saké
think
position boundary
of body
well within well
look up
see sky
if it
still
exists
queue
for this
vocation
look
look for leo
the blind
& his numbers
night knows
emperors
& philosophers
postures putréfaction
renders
precise
& smaller
than stone
held in hand
here
look
move palms
to eyes
hear holes
howl
within walls
within these
walls
body border
line
to line
think
fucking
think
come
for first time
dig earth
bones neatly gathered
in pile
can you
remember
fathers remember
souvenir
or stench
souvenance
or
stain
watch
when stoking chimneys
collecting gold
& glasses
tearing teeth
from mouths
using what weight
left to lift
cavities
craters
remember
mountains
or mounds
remember
mark in book
leave line
or two
to tell
another
line
another
forgot
numbers
end up
being of beast
this lost
on you
conceive
claws
come
come
soon enough
lost
breath circulates
frantic
for family
roots
or blood
line
lovers arms
made of wax
you too burning
she melts
into you
profession performed
undertaker of sight
watching wall
until they fall
on top
of you
whomever
you were
before barking
know numbers
night knows
now
now
cease circle
walk
or crawl
to
océan
standing in sand
dancing last dread
collapsing into another
circle
configuration circling
constantly
wing to wing
begin to sing
simple chant
gather confessions
accumulating announcement
destroy directives
for fall
perfect
définition
desired
now
& forever
after
alone with icons
enough innocence
left
for you
to murder moon
certain
apparitions
come
before
or after
record this
or that
time
immerses
time
in time
understand
clearly clocks
now
nightmare
nocturnal flame
accedes to heart
splintering
last time
marching into wash
house bring
your water
& blood
succession supplied
cease
lessly
hear this
flesh and bone
snaps breaks
and tears
neither silk
nor gingham
go to mound
sort through silhouettes
identify
i & i
sorry task
to take
instruct intentions
over table
emperor
of empty
space
stolen
no
time
to hesitate
heretic pleasure
in dance
endowed with breath
endowed with tears
run into sea
oracle offered observation
origin in trembling
weeping another way
of dancing
go to goats
listen to song
they sing
for fools
thick tears
burning soil
meet memory
beautiful carnage
source
for serpents
& stone
ageless heat
assault composed
in dying place
death
fall into sleep
taunt clocks
teach time
to time
hold wrist
so tightly
force me
to sing
alien songs
torment time
as time torments
within torrent
teach time time
welcome sleep
warn
winds
collect branches
burn
lay across bodies
bodies become conspiracy
against night
listen
kill
calf
inquisition
pumps from heart
apparitions
on guard
but also fell
visions alarms
no matter
surrender to shadow
shade of oleander
here i turn
hand against you
répudiâte remorse
still
gazes
to where
winds wrap
themselves in thread
thread into thread
line after line
falling
falling
language died
no secret
go to goats
gargle in pool
here everyone
hears
time surrounded time
trapped
body
cloud
bury sun
dress you want
to wear on
last day
will not help
you to undress
night
secret of stones
sink teeth
into flesh
scar stripping
last nicety
from lips
last harvest
sweat collected
weep
hands leaving mark
beautiful danger
poisonous air
go
burn oleander
sip moisture
so simple
trembling
hands burn flesh
obliterate ocean
painting ©Luciano Prisco
'CRADLE' JUDAS AS A CHILD 3.2MX2.4M OIL ACRYLIC HAND MADE OBJECT
Sing
sing
outside station
keep coming
body
beside all
come
resolute
conjunction
& convergence
causes
& collisions
stop
blood
drips
down
into
palms
truth torso told
yell
for
help
gaze
at garden
speak
call out
disappear
down
wake up
circles
cut
horizon hell
fell
go in
weeping
under skin
in falling
turn
future
malady
melody
wound
on wing
forget
pity
& secrets
tumult
fissure
in field
branch in brain
strangers
stained
companions
claws
palpitate
before
praying
bend
blade
shape
sharpening
secret
painting : the painter#1, 15? x 20?, oil on panel, 2011-13 ©jack chevalier
running
running
away from apparitions
who holds you
now
no
knot
night knows
who
irreplaceable & implacable
who
who went with ghosts
who turned
garden upside down
who
wept with weeds
who
forgotten
waters
will never come
back
who
went back
for furnace
& flame
destruction
's deeper dance
tremble
trembling
please place pebbles
around
become being
boulder broken
by chains
do not dance
speak to scorpions
sing long song
sing
only of blood
sing
only to bones
ô
hear that horse
howl
unbearable clamour
crawl from fence
to fence
lazurus
lazarus
holding on
holding heaven up
with this hand
this beautiful hand
commotion
caresses without care
hurl
heave
hold on
cast into circle
circle of circle
catapulted
without care
ô clouds come
clouds come
horizon hell
tongue of shadow
taunts
does not hear
horse howling
who
keeps watch
who keeps vigil
vermin
cruelest birds call
some song
souvenance of slaves
hear it
now
painting - © Luciano Prisco - 2018
'LAZURAS RISE YOUR TIME HAS COME
Panic
We sit together and remember that time. When it was possible to think each other as geometric symbols in a system that we would never understand. I love you.
When angels arrive you will recognize them with their filthy mouths and their beautiful clothes. You'll recognize them because of the papers they're wearing. They won't try to be close to you. It's none of their business. Theirs is another vocation. You must be aware of that. It says they look like, but I can tell you that they have the bodies and the looks of the railway workers. Their hands are hardened by unnecessary toil. Their eyes keep scanning and they hear everything you say. You'd better believe it before the bells ring.
We'll climb up the hill. Bypass it. Maybe in a circle. Maybe not. Once upon a time there was a wall of sewing machines and bicycle wheels that protected us from a world that we did not wish to know. If it was knowable. This world we had won was more than enough.
In the library I took your books. One by one. Replace with the most beautiful rock. Day a day and sometimes during the night. Often. When you were going to pick up the trains, I'd set up a bookshelf and les them with rocks, stones, pebbles. They were my jewels. They still are.
In another time they would have told you to spread your wings.
When you had wings you didn't use them. We always unearth this earth. It was too late so early.
memory
"engloutie dans les mers éternelles des nuits noyées"
Gertrud Kolmar
memory
moon
pages
of breath
rival in garden
spectre
death
to sea
of seas
beyond
instant to instant
immersion
inundation
inouï
blood
on leaves
feed viscera
to vipers
lord
of
hosts hideous
lamentable line
followed
end
in end
you cannot seduce
serpents
that simple
&
clear
base
of breathing
in
out
conceive
claws
come
come
soon enough
lost
breath circulates
frantic
for family
roots
blood
line
crawl
to
océan
collapse
into
circle
wing to wing
time
immerses
time
in time
endowed with breath
endowed with tears
run into sea
''Proletarian Victim'' by David Alfaro Siqueiros, enamel on burlap, 205.8 x 120.6 cm, 1933, gift of the estate of George Gershwin, MoMA The Museum of Modern Art, New York