The musicians who accompany
Aldo in his poetry reading are Mario Rechtern from Austria, on reeds
and self-made instrument, and Eric
Zinman on piano and euphonium.
October 5, 2005
you who more than once survived
daring to steal one more kiss
from death’s seductive lips
you who many times was blinded
by the moon’s total eclipse’s fiery edges
the hidden sun’s energy burning with visions
you who believed that creativity & freedom
are as essential as breathing oxygen is for life
witnessed the conquering barbarian invasion
you who once sang childhood songs to the wind
the melodies blown away with old war memory dust
one day they found you scavenging
through garbage cans & junk yard refuse
talking about waste & futility searching for real meaning
your racing media mind plays images of wolves
& wild horses chasing fleeting clouds to freedom
you spoke of menacing deep hollow darkness
swallowing the mind & soul
you spoke of fear as a controlling power
your strange obsessed visions
have aroused the authority’s suspicion
you could be a possible danger to society
are you a paranoid madman
a subversive mind playing a fool
hiding a destructive secret plan in the brain?
they have isolated you under surveillance
inside the psycho-ward at the state controlled institution
iron bars over the window fragment the sky’s desire for freedom
during the induced sleep
they inject the TRUTH SERUM
they insert the spy-chip inside the brain
collecting data from images floating unconsciously free
analyzing them for potentially threatening content
experimenting with the latest technology
they try to reprogram your mind
to willingly accept the brave virtual new reality
painful war memories flashback
project from your mind’s antique lanterna magica
the lips speak silence to the open wound
hallucinating you see van gogh’s sunflowers
growing from wasted visionaries’ ashes
reaching for the sun
the hidden flames burning with
CREATIVITY & FREEDOM
YOU DID RESIST
October 28, 2006
she sings to the child
flies swarming
over the frail body
she sings rocking
the child in her arms
the voice adding
layers
to resistance graffiti
over the shell-wounded
surviving wall
she sings rocking the child
a famished dog scavenging
among few scattered corpses
she sings rocking
the child’s head without gravity
swollen eyes without sight
rocking the weightless body
getting cold
evening sun disappearing
she sings rocking the child
under hidden stars
till daybreak
past noon
rocking past the new descending
evening sun
the child’s mouth
not breathing
she sings rocking
the child’s lifeless body
much colder
this catatonic woman
to this day still is
rocking the lost child
in her arms
July 30, 2006
they are lost in an apocalyptic landscape
running- - -
- - -through the unpredictable geometry of chaos
running- - -
- - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction
running- - -
- - -through craters of blood - human carnage
running- - -
- - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction
running- - -
- - -through massacred children - chocking dust
running- - -
- - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction
running- - -
- - - through the silence of humanity
lost in the barbarian world coming to be
June 9, 2005
yesterday dreaming I heard
the rain’s black enamel drops
falling over van gogh’s starry night
swirling dripping with metaphysical
intricate webs
a jackson pollock dance
penetrating the transplanted cornea
inside night’s blind spot
the world was spinning out of control
increasing speed
breaking the sound barrier
& with surveillant eyes
imbedded in the deep black on black sky
the RULER OF THE UNIVERSE rained down
killer missiles
exploding everywhere over the globe
blowing up heads & minds
dispersing body parts hanging from trees
as etched by goya in the disaster of war
suspended in outer space
there were creative souls
isolated tortured & blinded
for envisioning entropy & chaos
hearing easy listening drones
played by collector’s gold coins
before melting with nuclear lava
inside a cave
a surviving solitary hermit
was endlessly rubbing 2 flint stones together
a futile act attempting to make a spark
starting a flame
that would bring a light
to the sidereal darkness swallowing the globe
August 3, 2006
can the poet’s rage
match the devastating power of
the killer’s missile
can the words spell out
barbarian devastation
can spoken words
rise above the explosion
dismembering the child
can he write
the smell of human decay
can the poet
give consciousness
to silence |
