terça-feira, 24 de maio de 2011

The Death of Quentin Compson.




 



he woke up at dawn and watched as the sky turned red.
he could sense the rain outside. the windows blushed with cold air, 
and the raindrops fell unconsciously to the ground
like heartbeats in a dream. he opened the balcony door and went outside,
 
trembling fingers in search of a cigarette; he found it and lit it.
he blew warm smoke against the thick, cold air
 
and it danced, like shadows of dancing memories on a stage. no,
no matter what happened - the world seemed to figure a way out,
a way for things to continue somehow as they always were,
as if nobody ever thought about loss, death, the meaningless of it all.
 
he inhaled smoke and held it inside, not breathing for a while;
he held it 'till he felt his head pulse and, with his eyes closed,
for a second he returned to moments in time long kept silenced.
 
you only write of things that come from the heart, truly and honestly,
otherwise it means nothing, just sound and fury
 
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
the way to dusty death - to all flesh.
 
he was scared. while waiting for the train he felt nothing but fear.
afraid that it would come or not, afraid that it would never be,
never be what he once thought it would. he tried to remember
some sort of past, search for memories from times
 
when the world became distance, but then 

he saw a sun rise out of the cold, and Caddy, and 
Caddy smelled just like trees 

but she wasn't there anymore
and he, like the world, was supposed to just move on
 
but he could not
so he made his choice.
 
"I took out my watch and listened to it clickin' away,
not knowing 
it couldn't even lie. "














































terça-feira, 3 de maio de 2011

Casualties of War






the rain fell hard during those days,
and all over the tables

the newspapers told the world the tale
of the man now dead.

there was work and business as usual,
tired faces behind mugs of coffee,

expired bus tickets and stories 
of silenced, mutual compassion 
for things they did not understand.