[U]n tapis rouge et vieil­li des années 60 , une petite cour en ruine , le mur arrière a une réplique abîmée du Man­neken Pis en ciment avec des tiges de fer tordues.

As far as the form of this poet­ry, it devi­ates rad­i­cal­ly from the poet’s more clas­si­cal style, in the sense that the mod­ernist and postruben­dar­i­an met­rics shift towards more con­tem­po­rary archetypes.

This medieval form of French ori­gin is sel­dom used in poet­ry, and in this case, it is employed more in the man­ner of Robert Frost’s than as a for­got­ten troubadour.

These poems, though dis­tinct in their themes and tones, share a com­mon moti­va­tion in chal­leng­ing the read­er to con­front the mys­tery of poet­ry and unrav­el­ing under­stand­ings per­ceived to be con­ven­tion­al in all language.

With­in this shad­ow-laden the­atre, Èr Jìnzhì Yínyóu Shīrén, a clan­des­tine mae­stro, pas­sion­ate­ly dis­avowed any involve­ment in the bur­geon­ing ‘scam­dem­ic’ cours­ing through the veins of South­east Asia.

Gwe­naelle GOUR­VEN­NEC a gerzh eus ur bep tu eus ar sal-lec’h e‑barzh un doare foran. E lak un pakig cig­a­radoù ha set taolen­noù war ur c’horn stur, e‑barzh un taolenn a‑bezh.

The brevi­ty of their com­mu­ni­ca­tion, the lim­i­ta­tions of dig­i­tal realm, mir­rors the frag­men­tary nature of lan­guage, leav­ing signs unspo­ken, and deferred.

In the after­math, I chanced upon an enig­mat­ic guide, an arcane tome pur­port­ing to har­bor the con­fi­den­tial means of eman­ci­pat­ing one’s mind from the unseen yoke.

[H]e believed him­self to be a pup­peteer to the mélange of belea­guered stu­dents, MS-13 gang­bangers and CIA assets that had tak­en UPOLI’s cam­pus, weav­ing a com­plex web of sup­ply lines and clan­des­tine rendezvous.

Some­one pick up these rub­bers, throw away those bro­ken bot­tles and the crushed crack pipes, and those emp­ty lit­tle [cocaine] bags, too. Hur­ry the fuck up! CNN is sup­posed to be here soon.

La expe­ri­en­cia intimista hecha grisáceo sufrim­ien­to, remem­bra un plac­er en con­stante amar­gu­ra que de repente se agi­ta rabiosa­mente. Un ser extrav­a­gante y fan­ta­sioso ver­si­fi­ca con la san­gre de sus propias heri­das rituales

Soto, back­wards can be decon­struct­ed in a syn­tag­mat­ic for­mu­la that reads zero‑t (cerote, turd in Nicaraguan Span­ish) and the os trans­lates to sicle as in the ham­mer and the sicle.

Beto woke up on the Nido pow­dered milk ware­house-sized box pieces where he slept, hav­ing a large rag bunched up for a pil­low. The sun would peek through a hole on their zinc…

Según Freud “la intro­ver­sión deno­ta el rec­ha­zo de la libido de posi­bil­i­dades de sat­is­fac­ción ver­dadera y la hiper­ca­tex­is de fan­tasías has­ta el momen­to habían sido tol­er­adas por ser inocentes”.

That same time for New Year I pass by she mama church an de roqui­ta rec­og­nize me, and find de dev­il in me eye. I de feel curse from when I was foolish.

Frío y per­sis­ten­cia, cal­cí­nanse con lan­guidez; som­bra, disi­pa­da por pul­ga­da, ultra­vi­o­le­ta. bril­lo trans­for­mán­dose, aban­dona pin­ta. El per­fume sil­vestre emana, la flo­ra hierve el sol. Ensan­cha verde irra­diación, bosque; bril­la are­na áurea…