merry christmas and happy new year

far

laughter
in the far distance
without relief

word
crackles
in the burst shade

articulated
sentences
without words

dust

vertical writing

which is this wire
which falls thus
from its vertical
writing

water is knocked
and the image doubts

french stone portrait

to make the portrait of a stone
close the eyes

think about thresholds
about breton windows
about paving stones of Paris
about ducks and drakes
about knees in blood

and find here one’s splits
one’s hard words

but already reopen the eyes

this portrait lasts
only in the hand

harvest

take longing,
words
and voice

and with the hand,
a new flowering
of horizons harvest

straw skin

and Man
feels smaller,
flesh in fallow land
in withered bed,
turned back ways
and idle talk

not even the day
is not acquired to him,
only this straw skin
which ignites
hardly embraced
and which it will give up
one day

Esther Tellermann (1947 – )

Listen
each one cultivates the root
implored in the veil or
held up in the blasphemy
the unsolved stone.
It is the blue
the sifted places
steel under the eyelids

(c) Esther Tellermann

blue

scratched light
in the branches
searching for giving
a contour to the day

forgotten blue
faded gentians
the sky will not be
a flag

Armand Robin (1912-1961)

THE PROGRAM
IN A FEW CENTURIES

We will suppress Faith
In the name of Light
Then we will suppress light.

We will suppress Soul
In the name of Reason
Then we will suppress reason.

We will suppress Charity
In the name of Justice
Then we will suppress justice.

We will suppress Love
In the name of Fraternity
Then we will suppress fraternity.

We will suppress Truth Spirit
In the name of critical Spirit
Then we will suppress critical spirit .

We will suppress Word Sense
In the name of Words Sense
Then we will suppress words sense.

We will suppress Sublime
In the name of Art
Then we will suppress art.

We will suppress Writings
In the name of Comments
Then we will suppress comments.

We will suppress the Saint
In the name of Genius
Then we will suppress genius.

We will suppress the Prophet
In the name of Poet
Then we will suppress poet.

We will suppress Spirit
In the name of Matter
Then we will suppress matter.

IN THE NAME OF NOTHING WE WILL SUPPRESS MAN
WE WILL SUPPRESS MAN’S NAME
THERE WILL BE NO MORE NAME
HERE WE ARE

end of autumn

day built like winter
without its light-framework
as forgotten by shades

day without the sea in relief
just a wind-trap
to border the absence

day sweeps its sheets
and returns me near the cat
sleeping on the poem