Monday, February 28, 2011
Void VII
All drawings untitled 2003
UNDER A PICTURE
Swarming of ravens over a wheat billow.
Blue of which heaven? The higher? Nether?
Late arrow that the soul released.
Louder whirring. Nearer glow. This world and the other.
Paul Celan
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Void VI
All drawings untitled 2003
LITTLE NIGHT: when you
take me inside, take me
up there,
three pain-inches above the
floor:
all those shroud coats of sand
all those can'thelps,
all that still
laughs
with the tongue-
Paul Celan
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Void V
All drawings untitled 2003
FALLOW-VOICED, lashed
forth from the depth:
no word, no thing,
and either's unique name,
primed in you for falling,
primed in you for flying,
sore gain
of a world.
Paul Celan
Friday, February 25, 2011
Void IV
All drawings untitled 2003
AT BRANCUSI'S THE TWO OF US
If one of these stones
were to give away
what it is that keeps silent about it:
here, nearby,
at this old man's limping stick,
it would open up, as a wound,
in which you would have to submerge,
lonely,
far from my scream, that is
chiselled already, white.
Paul Celan
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Void III
All drawings untitled 2003
HOW YOU die out in me:
down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life.
Paul Celan
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Void II
All drawings untitled 2003
IT IS NO LONGER
this
heaviness
lowered at times together with you
into the hour. It is
another.
It is the weight holding back the void
that would
accompany you.
Like you, it has no name. Perhaps
you two are one and the same. Perhaps
one day you also will call
me so.
Paul Celan
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Void- prequel Ducks
All drawings untitled 2003
YOU WERE my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.
Paul Celan
(Translated by Michael Hamburger)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ducks XXXI
All drawings untitled 2004
In thy long Paradise of Light
No moment will there be
When I shall long for Earthly Play
And mortal Company-
Emily Dickinson
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