Tightrope.
I swear they make this tightrope
thinner each time I attempt to cross.
I remember how my psyche could once
dance endless sommersaults back and forth.
and how every now and then I would
laugh mercilessly to myself at how I
astonished and sometimes even
infuriated others with my devilish
dexterity of mind and wit.
but now, having fallen all too often,
I quiver at the sight of both
challengers and supporters; and
look upon success in reaching the
rope’s end as another day’s survival
rather than a demonstration of prowess.
I know a good sport never complains but,
I swear they make this tightrope
thinner each time I attempt to cross.
(from Adam Donaldson Powell’s “Collected poems and stories”, 2005.)
bourreau.
bourreau … si séduisant.
je suis tombé amoureux …
je suis fasciné …
je suis obsédé …
avec la corde …
avec le néant …
avec ma mort …
( mon véritable amour … de toujours )
A BEAUTIFUL THING.
the mind is quite a
beautiful thing – until
one begins to lose it.
(from Adam Donaldson Powell’s “Jisei”, 2013.)
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