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gelso23monochrome:

There are intersections where the night / The joy jumps on the back / Of the passerby / Such the lonely dawn in the acid wind / The decapitated dies standing up / Below / Body to body in the mud / Teeming furnace / The worms / Whips with triple straps / Caress the tip of the roots / Of flesh / Meat of sacrifice / Gem of the putrefaction / With no burden other than its arms / Tied elbow to elbow / Behind / Bundles of blood on the promised land / Prospectus of fertilizer / There are spittings in the very depths of the mirror / Scratches in the snow / Perjuries languish / In the eyes of our companions / Steam and sweats of the authoritarian woman / Naked on the floor Vibrating from hatred / "Move along" screams Evangeline / Too late / The well is dry the flies gone / In the jumble of greenery / A slight scent of underarm hesitates / Still / Petticoats from the bark of the phallus / Serve as extinguisher / Setting sun / There are living corpses in the mouth of infants / Weeping willows / Embryos coated with lying wax / In the aqueduct which flows / Over the plain / Tomorrow which will drink our fathers’ blood.

[From the collection Faire signe au machiniste (1977)]
Joyce Mansour

gelso23monochrome:

There are intersections where the night / The joy jumps on the back / Of the passerby / Such the lonely dawn in the acid wind / The decapitated dies standing up / Below / Body to body in the mud / Teeming furnace / The worms / Whips with triple straps / Caress the tip of the roots / Of flesh / Meat of sacrifice / Gem of the putrefaction / With no burden other than its arms / Tied elbow to elbow / Behind / Bundles of blood on the promised land / Prospectus of fertilizer / There are spittings in the very depths of the mirror / Scratches in the snow / Perjuries languish / In the eyes of our companions / Steam and sweats of the authoritarian woman / Naked on the floor Vibrating from hatred / "Move along" screams Evangeline / Too late / The well is dry the flies gone / In the jumble of greenery / A slight scent of underarm hesitates / Still / Petticoats from the bark of the phallus / Serve as extinguisher / Setting sun / There are living corpses in the mouth of infants / Weeping willows / Embryos coated with lying wax / In the aqueduct which flows / Over the plain / Tomorrow which will drink our fathers’ blood.

[From the collection Faire signe au machiniste (1977)]
Joyce Mansour

gelso23monochrome:

There are intersections where the night / The joy jumps on the back / Of the passerby / Such the lonely dawn in the acid wind / The decapitated dies standing up / Below / Body to body in the mud / Teeming furnace / The worms / Whips with triple straps / Caress the tip of the roots / Of flesh / Meat of sacrifice / Gem of the putrefaction / With no burden other than its arms / Tied elbow to elbow / Behind / Bundles of blood on the promised land / Prospectus of fertilizer / There are spittings in the very depths of the mirror / Scratches in the snow / Perjuries languish / In the eyes of our companions / Steam and sweats of the authoritarian woman / Naked on the floor Vibrating from hatred / "Move along" screams Evangeline / Too late / The well is dry the flies gone / In the jumble of greenery / A slight scent of underarm hesitates / Still / Petticoats from the bark of the phallus / Serve as extinguisher / Setting sun / There are living corpses in the mouth of infants / Weeping willows / Embryos coated with lying wax / In the aqueduct which flows / Over the plain / Tomorrow which will drink our fathers’ blood.

[From the collection Faire signe au machiniste (1977)]

Joyce Mansour