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]) > > > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%