Thursday, March 19, 2009

tu veux ou tu veux pas

"yesterday's committee,
sticks, but a broken drum,
midnight in the city,
flutes in a vacuum,
shut lips, sleeping faces,
every stopped machine,
the dumb and littered places
where crowds have been: ...
all silences rejoice,
weep (loudly or low),
speak - but with the voice
of whom, i do not know.
absence, say, of susan's,
absence of egeria's
arms and respective bosoms,
lips and, ah, posteriors,
slowly form a presence;
whose? and, i ask, of what
so absurd an essence,
that something, which is not,
nevertheless should populate
empty night more solidly
than that with which we copulate,
why should it seem so squalidly?"

text from brave new world by aldous huxley