Poems for "Dédale"
(screenprinted book by Minesweeper Collective, Le Cagibi & Solstices project available here)
Illustrators are : Enrico Cornuda, Vesna, Richard Titikaka, Darkam Arcadia, Claudio Fonnesu, Illustre Feccia.
At the entrance of the world there is the skin and the maze of the veins
on one side madness on the other the molasses of your inner streets
no beginning & no end only your way of poaching into the labyrinth
You are into the labyrinth !
web of guts, net – flesh & bricks all around us
your father your mother were there but no one after me
You are a daedalus
locked up in your own consciousness,
– locked up angry & hungry.
Beasts & beauties at every corner whores & murderers milk & honey wine, beer & whisky
you like to lick the lymph on the mermaids' scales purple hair and salted skin along the Thames
bite bricks touthy !
The Minesweeper floats on the river where we all have to sink
the mess of towers with our tolling bell
Burn ! Burn... London is a dark bonfire
Canals trace your roaming un soir de demi-brume
open the veins of the city cut your wrists let all gibberish flow (away)!
palimpsest of the cobblestones where you vomited more than once drunk & mad-lazy
i am the beast and i am so sad i'm starving and no one is able to feed me
Minos was my father & Pasiphae my mum
she is beautiful & she fornicated with a bull
here i am
living in a mess, liking it, living in a mess and i don't know why
let me take you there where every path leads you nowhere
Besides where do you want to go ?
every brick is a world, a nonsense word.
Stephen Daedalus walks down the labyrinth of my mind
there is Molly around dressed up as a circle or a window
too fucked up to know what is true or false
Abandon, she says, all thoughts of beginning & end, all thoughts of an entrance or an exit, all thoughts of truth !
you want to be the side walk, the o'clock, the story of London
you want to be the object that extendS yourself in a fascination fetichism totem tattoo taboo
Il dedalo del tutto
tricks & dices au bout de l'ongle et de la langue
acephalous cockroaches which grouch by colère noire
shellac nails & vomit large cunt coins & corners
tu veux un fil mais tu hais le sens dead end dead start passo carrabile de la crainte et de l'ennui
abracadabra à deux têtes le boustrophédon de ton الكيمياء
following as far as deepest ventricles Ariadne it's at the innermost where voices are deeper under the broken basses to the set of meta morphosis that we divise ourselves
underground streams of joy & lamentations come & go along the thread
radiate your skin
call us close to you