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http://thunderstruck9.tumblr.com/post/13157640...<br /><br /><br /><br />http://thunderstruck9.tumblr.com/post/131576409731/eduardo-arroyo-spanish-b-1937-arthur-cravan<br />Arthur Cravan après son combat contre Jack Johnson / 1993 / Eduardo Arroyo<br /><br />http://cousinmosquito.tumblr.com/post/37755730678/arthur-cravan-tras-el-combate-contra-jack<br />Arthur Cravan tras el combate contra Jack Johnson / 1994 / Eduardo Arroyo<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-57100062562389515802013-01-31T18:13:32.251+02:002013-01-31T18:13:32.251+02:00Letters Of The Unliving
The present implies pre...<br />Letters Of The Unliving<br /><br /><br /><br />The present implies presence<br />thus<br />unauthorized by the present<br />these letters are left authorless -- <br />have lost all origin <br />since the inscribing hand <br />lost life.<br /><br />The harshness of the past<br />croaks,<br />from creased leaves<br />covered with unwritten writing<br />since death's erasure<br />of the writer --<br />erased the lover<br /><br />Well-chosen and so ill-relinquished<br />the husband heartsease --<br />acme of communion --<br /><br />made euphonious<br />our esoteric universe.<br /><br />Ego's oasis now's <br />the sole companion.<br /><br />My body and my reason <br />you left to the drought of your dying:<br />the longing and the lack<br />of a racked creature<br />shouting <br />to an unanswering hiatus<br />'reunite us!'<br /><br />till slyly<br />patience creeps up on passion<br />and the elation of youth<br />dwindles out of season.<br /><br />Agony <br />ends in an equal grave <br />with ecstasy.<br /><br />An uneasy mist <br />rises from this calligraphy of recollection<br />documenting a terror of dementia.<br /><br />This package of ago<br />creaks with the horror of echo.<br /><br />The bloom of love <br />decoyed<br />to decay by the finger<br />of Hazard the swindler --<br />deathly handler who leaves<br />no post-mortem mask<br />but a callous earth.<br /><br />Posing the extreme enigma<br />in my Bewilderness<br />can your face excelling Adonis<br />have ceased to be<br />or ever have had existence?<br /><br />With you no longer the addresser<br />there is no addressee<br />to dally with defunct reality.<br /><br />Can one who still has being <br />be inexistent?<br /><br />I am become <br />dumb<br />in answer<br />to your dead language of amor.<br /><br />Diminuendo<br />of life's imposture<br />implies no possible retrial<br />by my present self --<br />my cloud-corpse<br />beshadowing your shroud.<br /><br />The one I was with you:<br />inhumed in chasms.<br />No creator<br />reconstrues scar-tissue<br />to shine as birth-star.<br /><br />But to my sub-cerebral surprise<br />at last on blase sorrow<br />dawns an iota of disgust<br />for life's intemperance:<br /><br />'As once you were'<br /><br />Withhold your ghostly reference<br />to the sweet once were we.<br /><br />Leave me<br />my final illiteracy<br />of memory's languor --<br /><br />my preference<br />to drift in lenient coma<br />an older Ophelia<br />on Lethe. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mina Loy / The Lost Lunar Baedeker<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-24337451840212656562013-01-31T17:25:40.422+02:002013-01-31T17:25:40.422+02:00Though you have never possessed me
I have belonged...<br /><br />Though you have never possessed me<br />I have belonged to you since the beginning of time<br /><br /><br />Mina Loy, One O'Clock at Night from Three Moments in Paris<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br />One night King Dada [Duchamp] and Colossus [Cravan] lolled about a divan in Walter’s [Arensberg] parlor, engaged in the privileged male sport of the evening which consisted of drawing their forefingers along the green stockings of the blond Countess stretched among the cushions. Every now and then a man would rise, giving his place to another. Colossus had been occupied with one leg for ages, and when he had had enough, he came and laid on the floor beside me, tilting the brim of my hat onto the tip of my nose to cover my eyes — so as to hide from them the approval in his.<br />“Don’t have him,” urged Carlos [Williams], joining us. “ You will only find yourself in a ridiculous situation. All these pugilists are bunglers in bed. I’m off,” said the Doctor, kissing me good night. “You’re all so damned sophisticated, I might as well be deaf and dumb.” <br /><br />“All of your irony is assumed,” he whispered to me, “You really have the heart of the romantic. Why will you not let me show you what life can be in the embrace of my boundless love? My one desire,” he continued, parting the ethereal green grapes that hung from my hat and burying his lips in my hair, “my one desire is to be so very tender to you that you will smile without irony.”<br />While I laughed inwardly at how unknowingly men use stock phrases to advance their amour, Colossus importuned me again. “If you won’t take me home with you, I shall never address you again.”<br />“Colossus, I couldn’t bear that. I give you my word of honor that the next time I meet you I will take you home with me.”<br />“You needn’t shout,” he reproached with severe pudency, as if the whole scene had been staged in private, “everyone can hear you.” <br /><br /><br /><br />Mina Loy, ‘Colossus’, New York Dada, ed. by Rudolf E. Kuenzli (New York: Willis Locker & Owens, 1986), p. 107-108.<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-46966050866987367272013-01-31T17:14:38.844+02:002013-01-31T17:14:38.844+02:00“Love of others is the appreciation of one's s...<br /><br /><br />“Love of others is the appreciation of one's self. May your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.”<br /><br />Mina Loy<br /><br /><br /><br />I would like to be in Vienna and Calcutta,<br />Catch every train and every boat<br />Lay every woman and gorge myself on every dish.<br />Man of fashion, chemist, whore, drunk, musician, labourer, painter, acrobat,<br />actor;<br />Old man, child, crook, hooligan, angel and rake; millionaire, bourgeois, cactus,<br />giraffe, or crow;<br />Coward, hero, negro, monkey, Don Juan, pimp, lord, peasant, hunter,<br />industrialist,<br />Flora and fauna:<br />I am all things, all men and all animals!<br />What next?<br />Assume a distinguished air,<br />Manage to leave behind perhaps<br />My fatal plurality!<br /><br /><br /><br />Arthur Cravan, ‘Hie!’, trans. by Paul Lenti, in 4 Dada Suicides, ed. by Roger L. Conover, p. 42. Originally published in Maintenant, issue 2 (1913).<br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com