POETRY IS A BOMB ATTACK CELESTIAL: Poetry, by Vicente Huidobro

POETRY IS A BOMB ATTACK CELESTIAL

I’m absent, but the bottom of this there is no expectation of myself, and this expectation is another form of presence, waiting for my return. I live in the other objects, giving a little trip of my life in certain trees and certain stones, which I have waited many years. They are tired of waiting and they sat. I am not and I are absent and are present in a state of waiting. They wanted to speak my language, and I wanted them to express. Here the misunderstanding, the terrible misunderstanding. Distressing and painful I versed in these plants, leaving my clothes. I’m going to drop the meat, and my skeleton becomes covered with bark. I’m getting tree. How many things I converted into other things.It is painful and full of tenderness. I could cry, but you scare transubstantiation. You have to remain silent, to wait in silence.

(Vicente Huidobro)

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