“Unconsciousness of the Unconscious”
It is the pleasure of text, the overflowing command of words that can make a mountain dances; makes violent waves to appear like making love to a rocky mount; makes wind to sound like a love song… texts that postulate bliss, rather than a philosophy, a method, a research, a pedagogy. It has a very faint institutional future: its structure assumes nothing… it is the art of poeticizing a simple sentence, “I have two hands, the left and the right” into a simulative mysterious seductive phrases… the Unconsciousness of the Unconscious effectively renders a poet’s work into a level of excellence!__ade c.
those lovely days
those misty breaths
those loving moans
such intoxicating gowns of joy
consumed wrapped me
created in me the empty silence of silence
pin-pricked, colonized haunted taut-ed
lacerated my soul and bled me
to an eternity of deafening shouts.
My ghost pocket traces emotion and passion, dominate, shadow, line, my linguistic field, the truths about my joy happiness pleasure; the joy’s temporal nature; like my daughter takes me out for groceries… the happiness’s ten-seconds of thrill; like getting my doctorate degree… a pleasure’s moment of bliss, that second of only me matters.
all the magical monads
the vagabonds of thought
the pragmatic force
the spontaneous rhetorics
make me a refugee displaced
no conscious illusion prolonged
minutes and seconds compete
like a switch-on motor
the Unconsciousness of the Unconscious.. the UU of me!!!
_ade caparas manilah
friday 1:10pm 06 july 2018
sydney nsw australia