I changed my Blogger template.
With this new template, it feels as if I’ m writing on a limitless wall, free to improvise, as if my blog were a strange and transparent graffiti, extending from wall to wall on dilapidated buildings, highway ramps and freight trains abandoned on rusted railways.
A graffiti on metaphors.
Like all self respecting graffiti, this post begins with a coloured letter borrowed from Arthur Rimbaud’s poetry “Voyelles” ( Wovels):
"U, cycles, divine vibrations of viridian seas,
peace of pastures incrusted with animals"
and continues with a shadow, a fragment of poetry by Ciaran Carson on Herman Hesse’s book The Glass Bead Game :
« The game itself was difficult to visualize. I thought
of chess more infinetely complicated than chess,
played in three dimensions, if not four or five, for the game
as I understood it, could admit of most everything, "
- from "The Shadow" a poetry in the volume "For All We Know" by Ciaran Carson
Finally, a suggestion on how to go about understanding modern poetry playfully put forward by Dylan Thomas :
"First buy a hat, no Paris model
But one the Swiss wear when they yodel,
A bowler thing with one or two
Feathers to conceal the view ;"
- from - A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry by Dylan Thomas
And now I am ready to end, at least on this wall, my graffiti, with the image of a black tulip – a hieroglyph for poetry.