Anerasure prompt from Frank Montesonti to create a polyvocal text, a dialogue.
A knowing of the world. Acceptance.
The bad thing – misuse and squander
the tired spots of lives as distraction,
superfluity. Dulls the individual
too dependent, at least the solitary man
out of physical suffering, bowing
to necessities, pain, humbly to himself.
Terribly difficult overlasting repetition.
Continuous, the world, nothing. Do an
earnest work. Call up the future.
Err and embrace blindly.
A sensual experience,
the pure sensation
with which a fine
fruit fills the tongue.
moments. One hand
upon the other, life
renews itself patiently
and willingly out of
Greater than pleasure,
this secret. Reverent
springs from the physical,
ecstatic delight. Indescribably
beautiful and rich. One creative
thought. A thousand forgotten
nights of love.
Come together in the night in
rocking delight. Gather sweetness,
gather depth and strength
for the song of the coming
Physical pleasure, no different
from pure seeing, a great unending,
the fullness and the glory of all
knowing. A stimulant, a rallying
toward the deep, simple necessities
clarify all beauty in animals and plants.
Quiet enduring love and longing. The world
is full even to its littlest things. Take it
The thousandfold concordance
from things and animals, inherited
memories of the begetting and bearing
of millions, filling with sublimity.
Who will arise to speak of ecstasies
beyond telling? The future comes
all the same.
My source text is “Letters to A Young Poet” by Rainer María Rilke, Translation by M.D. Herter Norton, Revised Edition (W.W. Norton & Company, New York, London, 1934, paperback reissued 1993)
This is an attempt to create a dialogue for and against pleasure and sensuality. I’m a bit frustrated with this one, the text is so abstract, but I enjoyed the process. Thanks Frank.