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Poetry, Prose &Suche Vol. II
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Poetry, Prose &Suche Vol. II

Despair: to lose hope; to lack courage; to perform recklessness

A soul composed of courage seeks redemption through faith in life.


Contents

. dispose . despair . denigrate . denounce


Despair

to lose hope

to lack courage

to perform recklessness


TRANSLATIONS:

Eyes in the world looking, but can they see

what’s there or only memory of who made it before when photography was beginning to become primary

claiming languages and culturelle variables

communication as visibly digestible

succinctly demanding literacy of the psyche

such non-verbal forms as visual

another loss in translation.

Experiences are known as not tangible

yet present and dominated by written words

tugging on underlying currents

levying popularity into translated analysis

as coded by experts of historic and cultural contexts

these mediums of academic concepts

relent as raindrops upon

a drought of towers and titles

standing cold before flocks, yields and lives.

Translations become their own art of the mind

a responses to the power of images

abdicated to story telling

through grapevines of dialogue

and relationships, heightened by the image, all the mightier

a frame all the more frightening

forging alleyways to marry symbols

smelting variable dimensions as malleable

as hot individual parts

barely summarising life.


Translations were poems originally written for Urbanautica, at the time, an online website dedicated to art and photography. Founded by Steve Bisson, these poems were written as translations of the contents of the photographic images. The names in which the words reference have disappeared. Though much of these poems were edited from their original form, these are as they were published online (with some spelling corrections). As an experiment, perhaps the words may conjure images in your imagination.


#1 Mercy

Tradition may play more games here than we can behold. All signs set sights on results-ending in passing, the ammunition that unbinds our homes. May we stand before our own senses without entitlement. May we walk among landscapes free from sensationalised stench. May there remain plenty mercy to go around. In these soft shadows emerge a faint pulsating beacon of reason, just a bit beyond a nudge-please may these inklings be enough to drive nails traversing through pages unwritten unto a dissolution of commonplace reoccurrence, the forbearance of this is just how things are acceptance. There is course for blessing-make way.


#2 The Last Line

A peculiar affirmation will strike

when forcing oneself to simply breath

in and out-

Whether seated in a situation of rest or motion

the present tense holds no limit

we travel deeper-

Prior or beyond a vague confinement

that can only arise from potential weight

the heart holds-

A ballet of stillness offers consolation

illustrative in the counterbalance of

the right now-

Turning inward to face a landscape

scarcely navigated we uncover what are just

portraits of time-

For whatever deplorable circumstance arise

from the sureness of an unknowing self we find decency

defined in uncertainty-

What to do with what we are questions

illuminates without answer the absolution

of external manifestation-

To find the unanswered beyond acceptable

the infinitely viable selves and paths are

only a transition.


#3 By Some Grace

Behind, before but never just there. The docile anonymity of spirit remains untethered, uncaged, incapable of rearrangement. Grecian Goddesses of attainment and human delight take form amidst the domesticated plight of mammalian life. A warm body to warm the body of another-transportation of the wild to the inhibited. What nature calls for this disgrace? A simple look upon such eyes of purity speaks stories of a creature innate by the origin of the word create. Perceived forms of them, us and we do little to dispel the truth that lies within. Unbridled amore and renewed trust, our lives await an impassioned existence to not be sought after, but shared. The wilful desire to dominate by force, contain the greatness scares and manifests all that stands separate in awe vanishes before the facade that once upheld suggested ideals. One day the spirit of unity will call upon us revealing the unity of all is by no means defined by any word or book.


#4 Observer of beautiful forms

Iconographic determined destiny-

and what a better board for drawing than blue sky, puffy cloud 

hovering above sandscapes of arresting beauty. 

Romanticising about reality creates a sense of urgency-

a season for desire. 

Invariably leading towards a cycle 

of dissertation resuscitation revealing a lust 

for tangibility only limits imagination. 

Gaze toward setting sun, lids nearly half open. 

Awash in spectacular bursting rainbows of light-

in every beam, ray and rounded plumb of incandescence-

Sense a reflective emanation of an essential vibration. 

Desired unity manifest in seeking approval beyond-

May stillness permeate or never be found. 

Allow the dreaming; carry on.


#5 A Reading to the Evening

A canvas to intercoastal regions of illumination

half opened or closed, the pain is entirely see through

it’s a something we scurry by

glance at and pretend to ignore-

but there’s something imminent in this form

this new wave of palette to explore, 

in these hours the minutia pass 

beneath the breath of sidewalk gawkers.

There’s a poetry to this-

this style of residence 

keeping in mind 

a coming out to play remains

more than a memory inside-

In an auric blend of mystery and intrigue

looking towards a direction of manifestation

intangible moments are realized in real time

emitted in the vapours of exhalation. 

These sights shout such tall orders

even in these hours a deafening vacancy 

interpreted unkindly pleads subjectively

for invariably the ephemeral does fail- 

And from this form we meet 

neither from within, or outwardly

pacing, stirring and finding forward

on repeat.


#6 True to Form

Distinguishing the commonplace from the regulatory
   is all but easy -

Still uncommon is the nature to nurture
   the desire to please -

Decorated abstractions as basis for evidence
   an existence for amusement -

Lets us refrain for making any sort of pattern
   gone from treaties -

These climates were devised to control
   a greener mound to call home -

Stretch a toe out long across deserving textures
   a reach for understanding

Something true to form.

I am seeing all of my superficiality.


© Mari Amman. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL II.

First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.

The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.

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