| = - | Ivan Ana Maria [24.Mar.11 08:43] |
| Old poem that I do not dare to delete, as I often find myself in that chamber again. The images, though, do not convey the exact feeling. Nevertheless, I prefer to keep the poem in this form as a reference for a new one, or just as a mere feeling, frozen into the wrong shape. | |
| = adding more hallucination | Veronica Valeanu [24.Mar.11 10:00] |
| Each room deposits an old man In his dirty small room everything seems tarnished Haunting visions whirling in front of his eyes, The silence suddenly horrifying him. The old man is speaking with spontaneous energy Telling me things I couldn’t perceive. Is this a peculiar dialect of old forgotten people Am I material or just trapped in his mind? He barely resembles my grandfather I know he passed away but yet I’m touched, The old man’s private rented place feels so familiar Is if it was my own. Am I looking into a broken future? Why do I stand so peacefully the smell of old meat? I must belong here, for I cannot find my way out I wander from one room to another, in silence. ---- what is detrimental here is a much too calculated language or we could see it otherwise: each room deposits an old man maybe it's already future there stays this old man in a tarnished room like once my grandfather whirling silence suddenly horrifying me as if it were my own for I see his lips moving telling things I can’t perceive maybe no language and I keep shunting from one room to another the smell of old ways out for I must belong here like a material of the silenced ---- -hope you like this new version | |