tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370057933200734643.post3475980616615921567..comments2023-09-11T06:03:32.621-06:00Comments on A T O P I A: Contra vértigo nada que deciratopíashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00418186826393862238noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370057933200734643.post-87388372616550431512007-11-09T06:56:00.000-06:002007-11-09T06:56:00.000-06:00THE CARPET CRAWL Genesis There is lambswool under ...THE CARPET CRAWL <BR/>Genesis <BR/><BR/><BR/>There is lambswool under my naked feet. <BR/>The wool is soft and warm, <BR/>Gives off some kind of heat. <BR/>A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed. <BR/>Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid. <BR/>The fleas cling to the golden fleece, <BR/>Hoping they'll find peace. <BR/>Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid. <BR/>There's no hiding in my memory. <BR/>There's no room to void. <BR/><BR/><BR/>The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor. <BR/>For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before. <BR/>They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door, <BR/>Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor. <BR/>The carpet crawlers heed their callers: <BR/>"We've got to get in to get out <BR/>We've got to get in to get out." <BR/><BR/><BR/>There's only one direction in the faces that I see; <BR/>It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be. <BR/>Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree. <BR/>They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free. <BR/>The carpet crawlers heed their callers: <BR/>"We've got to get in to get out <BR/>We've got to get in to get out." <BR/><BR/><BR/>Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite, <BR/>And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright. <BR/>Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight; <BR/>It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight. <BR/>The carpet crawlers heed their callers: <BR/>"We've got to get in to get out <BR/>We've got to get in to get out." <BR/><BR/><BR/>The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack. <BR/>The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack. <BR/>The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack, <BR/>And the tickler takes his stickleback. <BR/>The carpet crawlers heed their callers: <BR/>"We've got to get in to get out <BR/>We've got to get in to get outAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370057933200734643.post-69324745282469588362007-11-09T06:26:00.000-06:002007-11-09T06:26:00.000-06:00Ja, son los giros post-retro-ciber-etc. de cualqui...Ja, son los giros post-retro-ciber-etc. de cualquier persona más o menos contemporánea. ¿Cómo lo ubicaríamos? más allá de las clasificaciones psicológicas. En lo insólito, radicalidad nihilista, romanticismo, estética hardcore..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370057933200734643.post-46808740777250116962007-11-08T08:31:00.000-06:002007-11-08T08:31:00.000-06:00y ese giro?!y ese giro?!atopíashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00418186826393862238noreply@blogger.com