Flesh

Flesh

27 April 2017

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Ahmed closed his eyes frantically as the girl swayed lasciviously in front of him. He prayed god internally that he would be forgiven to have to witness this terrible display of nudity. There was flesh everywhere, inescapable, palpable, exhilarating and nauseating all at once. He checked himself and thought he should whip himself a hundred times at least for allowing this perversion to make him feel exhilaration. He knew he had no choice as this was his heavenly mission, follow and destroy his target, Senator McMillan. He had no doubt that his mission was heavenly as just the last two nights had shown him what evil he should remove from the Earth. It was a bonus to his mission described earlier as mainly the removal of a hindrance to the motion on the reinstatement of free trade with his country which had suffered sanctions earlier owing to the very radical views of its leader. Senator Mc Millan had opposed the motion ferociously arguing that if they allowed such radical leaders to get away with such atrocities committed and with the disguised support of terrorism then there would be no point in applying sanctions in the first place.

 

Senator Mc Millan had a wife and 6 children as he was visibly enacting in his personal life his goal of being an example for his community to further his no abortion campaign. Ahmed thought to himself that this was perhaps the only thing that united him and this man, the idea that a baby’s life was precious. Senator Mc Millan’s life on the other hand was worthless it seemed as he did not really live up to his ideals. A good father and church going, charity funding person in public, he was actually a depraved man who loved to have women in a dance bar step with high heels on his back in private rooms where they danced for him and a few others.

 

What else they did he knew not as he could only see from a distance what was going on and that too behind half closed lids as he felt he could be tainted by watching fully this display of exuberant depravity. Ahmed had succeeded in seducing one of the waitresses at the bar and she had let him in on the secret life of Senator McMillan one day as well as given him access so he may view this himself one night. He had made her believe that he was a journalist and that he was in love with her, would marry her and respected her too much to have any form of sexual contact before they were married.

 

The barmaid, Amanda, was elated to have found her knight in shining armour. Every day for a week now she had waited breathlessly for his arrival when it was her time to go home and surely enough there he had been, escorting her to her residence and then kissing her hand before saying goodbye. She could hardly believe her good fortune at having found this absolute gem of a human being who was so knowledgeable on a vast number of subjects and always so humble as well as so caring in introducing her to all these concepts.

 

When she had first confessed that she had barely made it to high school as she had had to work after the death of her father, he had become very emotional mentioning that education should be a basic human right and that all people should be entitled to get to at least university level without hindrance. He had mentioned at the time that if he had his way, things would change hugely in society. He had talked with such passionate intensity that he had seduced her even more and it was therefore without the slightest qualm that she had broken the golden rule of privacy she had maintained at the bar for years and allowed him into the inner room.

 

On the third night he visited the bar’s inner room, he told Amanda not to stay in the room after she had escorted him in and she agreed although slightly fearful that he might step out of line if she did not keep a close watch on him. He had promised however that he would only take a few pictures and nobody would ever know that she had been the one to allow him in. She left as he started drawing out small boxes she presumed were tools for his photography from his knapsack.

 

As soon as Amanda had left, Ahmed started putting together the mini-bomb kit. He wanted to make sure that all the occupants of the room were killed and not just Senator Mc Millan. He did not think they deserved to die with him and had therefore decided at the beginning of the week not to use his suicide vest but just to put it in a corner of the room. He moved stealthily across the floor to the other exit Amanda had showed him after securing the bomb under one of the tables.

 

The group of men and women were so engaged in their activities that hardly anyone noticed him. Ahmed went through them, eyes almost fully shut, shying away from the display of flesh. He could not help but notice again that there was so much flesh everywhere, white, pink, rosy or reddened by streaks of what seemed a whip. A chill went through him and his forehead broke into sweat as he thought back to how he had whipped himself for straying and another image of a whip on pink offered soft fleshy skin crossed his mind like a lightning bolt and he shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and horror at that thought. He was glad it would be soon over and he would never have to think about this again.

 

As he reached the other door, he quietly let himself out and engaged the detonator’s mechanism. It was set to just twenty seconds as he knew the charge was just enough to blast everyone in the room and he would be safe behind the solid door. Only a small oval porthole in it allowed one to see through it. Just seconds before the room ignited with the blast, he saw Amanda enter it from the other side looking for him. A chill ran through him and he closed his eyes as the blast shook the ground under his feet. When he opened them again, there were pieces of flesh on the porthole. He knew he should be leaving fast now as the police would soon be there and the bodyguards were running towards the place from the other side. Like in a dream, he opened the door and looked into the room. He could not distinguish in the pile of flesh on the ground what belonged to whom. He saw pieces of what was probably the short black skirt that Amanda wore and knew that the pieces of flesh there must be some of her. He knew he should leave but he wanted to find the rest of her. He was not sure how to distinguish the pieces. There was flesh everywhere. He closed his eyes but could still see flesh everywhere under his eyelids.

 

Ahmed’s walkie talkie buzzed as his friends wanted to congratulate him on a successful mission. It was not every day that such a junior member of the team got to bring down one of their heavy weight targets so quickly. Their leader had initially hesitated to send an unexperienced young man into the field but Ahmed had quickly convinced him with his intelligence and strategical thinking. Besides, most of them were already known to the police and none of them would have got this close to their target without being noticed. The walkie talkie kept buzzing but Ahmed did not answer it. He did not move either but remained prostrated on the floor, his eyes seeking pieces of her.

 

When the police finally came, they found him in the same position. They had an inkling that he might be involved in this and he was anyway their only suspect for now as nobody else who did not bear identification was anywhere near the room. Ahmed allowed himself to be hauled up by the policemen. They seemed to be asking him questions but he could barely understand what they were saying. All he could focus on was how much flesh was all over them. He blinked, attempting to cancel out those vast stretches of skin from his mind’s eye but he could only see flesh. He blinked again trying to remember what Amanda’s face looked like when she turned towards him with a smile but all he could see was pieces of flesh.

 

One of the policemen answered the walkie talkie which had been buzzing again and realised that Ahmed was indeed a terrorist and that his friends were waiting around the corner to retrieve him from the location. The whole group was caught in no time and tried for acts of terrorism. During the whole trial, Ahmed remained mute while his friends yelled out death threats to the prosecutor and the judges, warning them with all hells fires if they sentenced them. When the judge came to the question of whether any of the condemned had anything to say and it was Ahmed’s turn, he looked at the judge blankly and upon the repeating of the question, he screamed “Flesh, there was so much flesh. It was everywhere, everywhere” before toppling over, unconscious, frothing at the mouth.

 

When he came to again, the guards hissed at him and told him that he was going to be fried in a few days, just like he had fried all those innocent people inside that room. Every day they made sure they came in and described to him how he was going to be friend while they brought him his meals. Ahmed did not answer anything but just prayed silently in his corner until they left and then ate some of what they had brought. On the final day, when it was time for the execution, they came for him jeeringly, expecting him to give in to fear finally but it was the same indifferent Ahmed that met their eyes. They pulled him across the corridor slightly more brutally than they pulled other prisoners who were going to be executed. He was not just a killer but an emblematic loathsome figure of a society that they did not understand and abhorred which practiced a radical and prehistoric version of a faith they could barely begin to fathom.

 

When they started securing his bonds, he closed his eyes, only opening them again after they had finished securing the bonds holding his head against the chair. A tremor passed through his frame and his eyes glazed over with tears as he saw Amanda on the glass pane in front of him. He had only known her for a week but a million images of their times together jolted through his body at the same time that the electricity surged within it. He wished he had known her earlier and perhaps then, he would have truly married her and taken her to his village in the mountains where they could have raised pigeons and babies and he could have taught in the local school. Perhaps after all, it was love that was the answer to all that hate in the world as she had told him once, her hand soft on his. He could smell the burning of his flesh while he experienced the searing pain in his loins. He closed his eyes again, his eyelids imprinted with the face of Amanda, no longer pieces of flesh but a fleshy landscape of love as she turned towards him, her smile restored.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

Open doors

Open doors

13 April 2017

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Sniffing free

Immortality

Whistling through

Winds so true

The doors knocking to the beat

Of the prancing feet

 

Breathing hard

Looking past the shard

On the cheek

Of the meek

Death transcendence April tool

Journey of the fool

 

Open doors

Nightingales cross floors

Bending cores

Welding shores

The shaking limbs keep me scores

Of the records’ stores

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Song of the Stones – Trobar de Morte

Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte

The Pagan Way – Trobar de Morte

Blossoms of your breath

Blossoms of your breath

16 March 2017

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Haughty mare

 

In riddles I bare

Heart to swear

Hard to tear

Patched through dragons entering lair

A bosom to spare

 

Soul’s delight

Gathers me insight

See the light

In twilight

When lovers breathe through the night

Bodies’ trance in flight

 

June in hay

Summer’s haunting day

Ghost of May

Sudden death

On grounds of convenience lay

Blossoms of your breath

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Let’s Meet – Michelle Gurevich

Blue Eyes Unchanged – Michelle Gurevich

My familiar unfamiliar – Michelle Gurevich

The fools follow lies

The fools follow lies

1 January 2017

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Undeterred

Blinded hatred herd

Pushing through

Wars of faith

Warlords faithless brink masters

Pushing to blisters

 

Consensus

A brief bleak respite

Nature’s call

Angels fall

Instincts of the animal

Woven in mammal

 

Prime life thoughts

Rhyme forget me nots

Prayers meek

Cathedrals

Art of taking to the peak

Mistakes that they seek

 

All is spent

Pennies and heaven

Pains in souls

Underwent

Momentary bridled lamp

The blind back to camp

 

Treasure map

Splitting in four squares

Hidden wolves

Prepare lairs

In the message look for ark

Brittle noise their bark

 

Orders tight

Like my bosom’s breath

Impending

Lifelike death

The wise point to the blue skies

The fools follow lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Warlords – Audiomachine

Wars of Faith – Audiomachine

When it all falls down – Audiomachine

Being Alive – Audiomachine

Unfinished Life – Audiomachine

Final Hope – Audiomachine

 

Surreptitious

Surreptitious

12 July 2016

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It is done

The numb look away

The good cry

The bad smile

The music goes on a while

Before curtains fall

 

Bleak recall

Bis repetita

Non placent

Moving on

The art of dramaturgy

Through comedy’s peaks

 

Twined effort

Compounding inches

Of the flesh

Quarter pound

The quakes in hundreds resound

Of flailing senses

 

The garish

In hues of Toulouse

Colours me

Split rainbows

Released in dreams nightmarish

Fascinating haunt

 

The boys taunt

The stray kitten meek

Their eyes cruel

Their minds fuel

Imagination Hydes seek

To play with the prey

 

Wilting zone

Surreptitious play

For undead

Kingdoms rise

Survivors none the less wise

A black crown to hone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Curtain falls – Blue

Sorry seems to be the hardest word – Blue feat. Elton John

Elements – Blue

 

Living Life

Living Life

7 July 2016

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Soaring mind

Explores inner heights

Life ebbing

Slowly leaves

The chest flutters barely heaves

As the breath shudders

 

The whispers

Imperceptible

Wisps of smoke

Hanging low

The ash now dissolving slow

As the flame simmers

 

Journey’s sum

Fantasy of math

Where numbers

Fade in ink

Recollections of them sink

As the chords vibrate

 

Chests dilate

With every full breath

The periods

A mere stop

Where the life will meet with death

Suspended dreamtime

 

Living Life

In between hiccups

Lonely days

Pave the way

Into knowledge of the self

No thoughts on the shelf

 

The suns’ rays

Gather more than heat

Like clockwork

They whir soft

Seconds count pastime aloft

Journey of the light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Experience – Ludovico Einaudi

Life – Ludovico Einaudi

Burning – Ludovico Einaudi

 

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni / See the fate that brings me to land of denial

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni

(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

20 mai 2016

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Me vois-tu là œuvrer préparer le départ

Eriger mes flambeaux en vue d’un long voyage

Tu peux lors admirer le summum de mon art

De tanner oripeaux en un immense voilage

 

Le départ va sonner trois petits tours et un quart

Vois préparer les eaux insondable barrage

Miroir pour se mirer traversée de l’écart

Estampillés les sceaux de mon royal plumage

 

Je perce les flancs serrés d’un rideau de combats

Tréteaux blafards d’une scène où l’on vit l’ennemi

Coups en corps par milliers inlassables soldats

 

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni

Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats

Où j’enfante Roi mécène Dieu des deux mondes béni

 

Lecture du poème:

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Je m’en vais – Miossec

Brest – Miossec

La Grande Marée – Miossec

 

 

See the fate that brings me to land of denial

(translation of a Sonnet written in french in Occitan Sonnet format. See original above or here)

20 May 2016

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Do you see me at work preparing departure

Erecting my torches for a very long trip

You can now admire the pinnacle of art

In tanning all the rags into an immense sail

 

The departure will ring three small rounds and quarter

See prepare the waters in unfathomable wall

Mirror to see oneself, the crossing of the gap

Well stamped are now my seals of royal heritage

 

I pierce through the tight flanks of curtain of combat

Pale trestles of a scene where we live enemy

Shots in body thousands from the tireless soldiers

 

See the fate that brings me to land of denial

That makes me return to heaven of my innards

I give forth King patron God of both worlds blessed

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is the road to awe – Clint Mansell

Xibalba – Clint Mansell

Stay with me – Clint Mansell

Children of the Suns

Children of the Suns

9 May 2016

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You twist turn

Your body’s language

Suppressed fire

The desire

To outrun fate’s marks dire

Palms’ consequences

 

Unwritten

Outcome of the Heart

Creation

Out of Blue

A pathway to elation

Stemming from the soul

 

You are mine

She claims her deathright

Hooded frames

Playing games

Between sparks of life and death

Unmuted the breath

 

Rasping voice

In countdown begins

The numbers

Coded thoughts

Series of forget me nots

Strewn through faded shapes

 

Explosion

Of coloured landscapes

The visions

Cascading

Heightened hues that the brush scrapes

From our life’s palettes

 

Invention

Within play of mind

The grey hounds

They wait dull

Minds where creation abounds

Canvas for their show

 

Time has come

Thinkers will create

Fearless roads

Carved in hills

Where the soul soars limitless

Before we need gills

 

We will swim

In deepest oceans

Blue memories

Misplacing

Every second of racing

Towards sunny skies

 

We shall fly

Birds of paradise

Hearts flowing

With the warmth

Of bright air infused in us

Children of the Suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Always Mine – Thomas Bergersen

The Dance of Colours /Fearless – Thomas Bergersen

Children of the Sun – Thomas Bergersen

In split particles

In split particles

23 April 2016

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Slow and sure

I see it unfold

Morrow’s mirth

Future birth

Small signs of recognition

Synchronicity

 

Never seen

Barely understood

Confusion

Of the mind

Stripped it of significance

The empty treasure

 

You saw me

In split particles

The light shades

Darkening

Impact of the heart’s features

Chest empty vessel

 

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I hold it

Like a precious bird

The future

Shining bright

Like a mirror in glazed eyes

When the light seeps in

 

Chosen path

Possibilities

Fate’s remnants

Event’s turn

Twisting through the true meanings

Known by pure of heart

 

We depart

With the day’s work done

You twin sun

My soul’s blood

I keep you within the core

Though fate never more

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Vide cor meum – Patrick Cassidy based on La Vita Nuova (A ciascun alma presa)

Come play Hyde and see

Come play Hyde and see

22 April 2016

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Do you sleep

Within waking Times

Unknown bliss

Slithering

Away from your withered hands

The shy bloom destroyed

 

Do you sleep

Between walking ghosts

They speak night

Bleak darkness

On the other side of light

They draw black patterns

 

Do you yawn

Waking up tedium

Tight eyelids

Ignorance

Sewn against the remembrance

For what the soul yearns

 

Do you yawn

Your emblem boredom

As world skids

Out of reach

Reality’s dead fragrance

Reeks morals you preach

 

Do you know

Pulling the carpet

Unsettles

Your kingdom

The smoke loses its high fires

Seeking a new Gray

 

Do you know

You see then forget

Amnesia

Forever

Your mind’s chosen Sisyphus

Come play Hyde and see

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Truman Sleeps – Philip Glass

Gone – Philip Glass

The Hours – Philip Glass

The Kiss – Philip Glass

The Light – Philip Glass

The Illusionist Suite – Philip Glass