Sorry, I re-posted this bio-text to the wrong discussion group. Therefore,
for
you, members of Britsihpoets, this should be new. It is long , though,
and maybe very contorted (it was written within a project...but can also
stand on its own.)
Part 4 reflects my true spirit...if you can be enough well disposed as to
reach the end of it...(but, be aware, I made use of obscene language)
......   (for which I ask forgiveness)
ciao
(still scared about those northern elves, though...)
erminia

> Biotext: Erminia Passannanti (for Poetryetc, 20 September 2000)

> 1.
> I have nothing to say believe me nothing to add to the world's routine and
> yet for the sake of the one who calls herself Candid I will try to
conceive
> a baby with five fingers for each little hand a perfect poppie back from
the
> slug's mire a thought my double wearing an unfamiliar mask I am not
> disappointed by this request I will do it to overcome my stress but do not
> expect anything worth recording since all my days and all my nights are
> nothing but a strive to sink into an inner song and be distracted  from
the
> thought that I am condemned yes I am condemned to bear my limits and be in
> flesh and bones a woman carrying her body around so that when on my tracks
I
> always bump into a curious block a young man with longish hair smooth skin
a
> doll so perfect in his white projects what point I am not going to talk of
> this I will just let you know how he looks like so far the guy has one
> leather jacket and one pair of shoes legs of a crane no good nobody would
> guess he is also man of science matter of fact his house of mature
> mellowness is all superfluous with traces of previous visitors a lover a
> despot an art designer but listen when you look for a direction through
the
> body of an opponent Mio Dio this is not going to work and all I can do is
to
> pay a price for my few goods so that satisfaction may come through sweet
> eyes sharp mouths and add a micro pleasure to an acute desire he thinks
it's
> a sad when you learn that nobody is going to care about what you do and
> whether early or late when you go home and find nobody you wish a lady's
> charity to sooth your sorrow of course a comedy I serve my office I say I
do
> my service I am not a nun whose irregularities would pervert an entire
> convent you know better than me not all is Candid see what comes next my
> friend you who arranged for us to write under the imperative of flesh and
> its barometers lady of my soul my dearest adorn your brain and be
impassable
> when you will listen to this man's coarse language, possibly a gift
granted
> every two months about the same amount.
> 2.
> so I was right when I suspected all the business of the self as being a
fake
> I find now that Hume said that our ideas of identity is the product of a
> huge mistake into which we fall as soon as we perceive time and space so
all
> my impressions of mister loneliness as one of my unchangeable objects is
but
> a fiction of my imagination by which he takes part to my life and
co-exists
> with me and all the shapes around and he is for me triangular squared
> hexagonal in his motionless consistency and sharp pyramidal presence like
a
> modern sculpture of wood lead copper on a stone pedestal with a continuous
> solid presence and an identity  never vacillating for ever identical to
his
> many others all reproducible in the age of mechanical reproduction not
only
> a mere hypothesis with no ratio no sure ground matter of fact naked or
> dressed from head to toe he can stand in its silence and summarize two
three
> four concepts at once imagine how magic how gorgeous especially the
> principle according to which factual space is constructed on much the same
> ground as visual dominance and I can attribute to him tactual quality
> smoothness roughness hardness in my capacity of an observer but I am not
> sure I want to go that way  there is indeed one passage in my interior
text
> book that says never trust a shape for its appearance your impression
should
> be one of reflection prayer and obsession therefore my first denial will
be
> firm no easy parasitical relation between the eye the mind and from this
> fact I'll let the blue be blue and turn the blue in white any moment  any
> time on a circular stage or charge my ears with electricity to annihilate
> all thoughts and fall asleep so my constructs fail to be such and meets a
> lovely moon imperfect men in dreams of dissolution.
>
> 3.
> so if a boy is pretty much already a boy and a girl is pretty much already
a
> girl at the early stage of being twenty-four hour old and if the
twenty-four
> hour as a measure is for all of us the fair parameter for the entire life
> span of our existence then I can assume we are condemned at a too praecox
> stage to carry around bubs and balls not that I dislike such a rewarding
> roundness but whenever a boy or a girl in their teens start running  they
> becomes painfully aware of the encumbering weight of their sinister glands
> which can grow disproportionately becoming enormous even in a sterile
> context as our world and bubs and balls a macrocosm of planets so we must
> also learn to bear in mind the value of the sphere as a fundamental shape
> for the being and try to fight the undervaluing attitude we cultivate in
our
> heads crowned with wounding spikes when we are prone to think that it is
> much better being a stick a needle a line between two paradoxes than
aiming
> to became similar to a whale a hugeness a kingsizeness all worries that I
> push up towards the top of a rocky hill as Sisiphus did with his huge
stone
> so
> to embrace and hold all my troubles your troubles everybody's trouble
> without which I would not be the one I am suspected be a ball-fish
relishing
> in an vicious use of its incorrect knowledge I might wake up one day sick
> and tired of being damned and fall into another curse within twenty-four
> hour between a fake awaking and a fake sleep to finally see myself as a
> suspended eye a roundness of perception skimming the greenness of a  pool
> table where to meet other balls flying about other lives from hole to hole
> globe to globe light to light blackness to blackness joy to joy pain to
pain
> all pretty much the same having the scary task of hitting a smaller ball
to
> enter six  small black vacuums therefore behave I say behave you rodents
do
> not corrode the edges since in the edge is all compressed my sister the
one
> who never saw the light whose shape is in my mind whose name is of pure
> emerald and who I love the unborn princess my parents' project the holy
gem
> the rounder of all Their Holy Highness the little succulent oyster in an
> orange afternoon of boundlessness if only she had sat by me if she had
stood
> in her perfected roundness if she had talked and cried made herself a
despot
> on me this little sister I would have had deposited five hundred pounds a
> month on her account to cultivate a self which did not belong to me which
I
> would have from time to time just borrowed .
>4.
> The head and the neck the brain the fricking mess of the mandibular nerve
> above the  ophthalmic dumbshit cavity  towards all the dry fucking sinus
> veins rubbing against each other in the central parts of the cunt-teaser
> cerebrum along with the sterno-cleido-mastoid butthead of all these
> mind-fucker nuchal lines in the median region of the superficial
tight-assed
> fascia with all the annexed banana nodules the grey and white matter of
the
> shit-ass medulla oblongata the essential royal screwing of the spinal
tract
> of the peter-eater trigeminal nerve I hate this sister-fucker staff I
don't
> give a damn I am so humpy I could screw such a hell-raiser lamina up to
the
> anterior bloody wall of the third vehicle so watch your hemispheres there
is
> some crud on your left cranial attachment on the way to the tummy-fuck
> simulated copulation of the thalamic terminations of your stiffy sensory
> pathway which almost made you loose your head come on silly one show some
> stones your eyes are all surrounded by star-fuckers everywhere you look
and
> mind your faculties the movements of the mandible the tongue the larynx
the
> sneezing and the coughing the sucking with closed lips around an object to
> be sucked or with lips closed if the object is in the mouth teeth closed
as
> far as possible to support the cheeks palate depressed against posterior
> part of tongue to
> separate mouth from pharynx tongue lowered the swallowing with mouth shut
> respiration stopped tip of tongue elevated in front of the thing to
swallow
> the thing to swallow moved back by elevating tongue against hard and
tensed
> soft palate larynx raised with epiglottis tipped back by the tongue and
bent
> down above the laryngeal orifice the thing to swallow grasped and
displaced
> downwards with the tongue the soft palate relaxing to re-establish
> continuity of oral and nasal swallowing respiration restart after the due
> contraction of the esophagus ahhhhhhhh I enjoyed that really really really
> a lot
>
> Erminia Passannanti ([log in to unmask])
>
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