1 мин
Слушать(AI)The Tall Figures of Giacometti
We move by means of our mud bumps.
We bubble as do the dead but more slowly.
The products of excruciating purgeswe are squeezed out thin hard and dry.
If we exude a stench it is petrified sainthood.
Our feet are large crude fused togethersolid like anvils.
Ugly as truth is uglywe are meant to stand upright a long timeand shudder without motionunder the scintillating pins of lightthat dart between our bodiesof pimpled mud and your eyes.
Alberto Giacometti,
City Square (1948)Bronze, approximately 8.5 x 25 x 17 inches.
The Museum of Modern Art,
New York City.
May Swenson
Anna Thilda May "May" Swenson (May 28, 1913 – December 4, 1989) was an American poet and playwright. Harold Bloom considered her one of the most
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
The Lowering
The flag is folded lengthwise, and lengthwise again, folding toward the open edge, so that the union of stars on the blue field remains outward in full view; a triangular folding is then begun at the striped end, by bringing the corner of the fold...
The James Bond Movie
The popcorn is greasy, and I forgot to bring a Kleenex A pill that’s a bomb inside the stomach of a man The Embassy blows up Eructations of flame, luxuriouscauliflowers giganticize into motion
Feel Me
“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall He left us a key, but how did it fit
Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green Inside, tiny black microdot seeds Skin the color of Imagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that feels like felt
