Posted by The Earth is falling
Its entangled drawings
Are getting smooth
From two thousand
From two thousand and five-hundred
From three-thousand
Everything is getting smooth
Torn up rails
Ruins
Dead bodies
Tear
Howling
From two thousand
From two thousand and five-hundred
From three-thousand
The entangled drawings are getting smooth
The points are forming up into a geometrical order
Every point is a death
Cities-The rhombi of death
Streets-The parallels of death
Air-raid shelters-The polygons of death
Jean-Pierre Lenoir-Recite the geometry of death nicely –
Have you studied?!
(Jean-Pierre Lenoir,
If you want a good mark,
Don’t think!)
The little one wore blonde hair
Big blue eyes
A light summer dress
She wasn’t even shy
During kiss silver voices bubbled up from her throat
She didn’t asked me to marry her
I didn’t say anything either
Maybe it’s better in this way
Why should be painful to somebody if I die.
“I want my death to be painful-To Somebody!”
To whom will it be painful?-to nobody
Jean-Pierre Lenoir-‘the aim is approaching’
Just be calm
Cool brain
Clear eyes
(Jean-Pierre Lenoir
now became a machine
because it is your job)
“To whom will it be painful?
Mom, it’s not painful to you too, already”
It is said you are next to me
It is not true, It is not true,
‘Not True!’
Jean-Pierre Lenoir
Now
Nicely
Now
Now –
Nine Junkers came
Then other nine
And another nine
The Earth shook everything off:
The houses
The streets
The children playing in the streets
The parents of the children
The hushing words of the parents.
Word-splinters were flying and falling among the ruins,
Marianne’s plaited head was rolling on the stones
How howls this Junkers
How I am in it?
How howls this Junkers
One cannot hear his own thoughts
Perhaps that’s why it howls so
How I am in it – –
Bravo Jean-Pierre Lenoir
Bravo Jean-Pierre Lenoir
Bravo Jean-Pierre Lenoir
(you are skilful Jean-Pierre Lenoir
Look how Marianne’s plaited head is rolling)
The Earth is falling
The points are forming up into a geometrical order
Bomb craters
Ruins
Dead bodies
Laments
(ADIEU MARIANNE)
The Earth is falling
Oh my God
Or am I falling
And is she moving higher and higher?
1961
I really liked this poem a good contrast of self and mind.