you come
the day is rising
the world is symmetrical
the heart becomes lighter
the sky is breathing
memory is fertile
the hour is faded
the die is launched
hazard is flimsy
in ” un monde en prose” Apogee éditions
so tiny but so important like poetry
you come
the day is rising
the world is symmetrical
the heart becomes lighter
the sky is breathing
memory is fertile
the hour is faded
the die is launched
hazard is flimsy
in ” un monde en prose” Apogee éditions
for my father
wood and meadow
was your books
also on the dresser
the big dictionary
to name exactly
each thing
that mattered you
you well upright
on your two legs
heartily in communion
the church sundays
Island
let sink the dawn
it does not cost anything
I remember
a remote beach
the corns, the crested lapwings
my mother’s smile
only lies
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
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