Facing Netherworld
12 July 2016
Waking nights
From parallel worlds
The dreamtime
A pattern
The rivers crossed with lantern
Burning from within
My body
A departure tool
The mind meek
Back to school
In classrooms where the dumb speak
Their voices in heart
The Earth’s call
A growling thunder
It begins
Like wonder
Ending in dichotomy
Facing Netherworld
Reading of the poem:
The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena Mc Kennitt
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
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:
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
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:
Death is the road to awe – Clint Mansell
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Stay with me – Clint Mansell
Eternity’s flights
11 August 2015
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Lightning strikes silent
Building in Heart high voltage
Expanding through minds
.
Bodies now shudder
Rising above Earth’s thudding
Eternal heartbeats
.
Ravens follow terse
Our flight across the oceans
As our souls glisten
.
Eye catches your form
Sliding across horizons
Beloved landscapes
.
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All Heaven breaks loose
Hell shies away from our fires
Open embraces
.
.
Lost in each other
We dwell God’s only people
As the Angels watch
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Daybreak again wakes
The sadness of departure
Though I feel you slight
.
Agony of loss
To sunken Gods I now stray
In memory of you
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Mourning is my cloak
Bodily reflection stills
Eternity’s flights
.
The blurred lines of me
27 July 2015
A glorious sun
Wakes to another day’s warmth
As eyes witness light
Noon fits my footsteps
With precise specks of shadow
That spell tales of none
Afternoon splits me
Crooked body speaks of tear
Between the two realms
Night brings its unrest
As shadows cover the Earth
Hooded beings walk
A gnawing fear pulls
At the strings of crimson dome
Morrows may not rise
It seems time has come
As I watch them slowly fade
The blurred lines of me
The moon stills my heart
From the pain of departure
I will set out firm
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