Distant sounds of summer

Solamente existen tres poetas estadounidenses que valen la pena, como bien decía Pound: Marianne Moore, Williams Charles Williams y Mina Loy. Esta última es desde siempre mi favorita.
Hoy le he regalado al polvo debajo de mi librero el poemario de Yeats que compulsivamente compré en un aeropuerto y lo he intercambiado por "Lunar Baedecker and time tables".

El verano me da una pereza infumable...



I
Spawn of fantasies
sifting the appraisable
Pig Cupid his rousy snout
rooting erotic garbage
"Once upon a time"
Pulls a weed white star-topped
among wild oats sown in mucous membrane
I would an eye in a Bengal light
Eternity in a sky rocket
Constellations in an ocean
whose rivers run no fresher
than a trickle of saliva

These are suspect places

I must live in my lantern
trimming subliminal flicker
Virginal to the bellows
of experience
Colored glass

II
At your mercy
our universe
is only
a colorless onion
you derobe
sheath by sheath
remaining
a disheartening odour
about your nervy hands

[Mina Loy]
(Psst: you can find the entire text of Lunar Baedecker in here.)

1. Tindersticks - Walking
Red House Painters - Smokey (Demo)
Susumu Yokota & Rothko - Brook And Burn
Songs Of Green Pheasant - I Am Daylights
Atahualpa Yupanqui - Punay (Mi pastorcita perdida)
Migala - The guilt
Neil Young - down by the river
Tara Jane O' Neil - the phoenix
Devendra Banhart - Hey Mama Wolf
Beirut - the canals of our city
11. Neil Halstead - high hopes

Image: Henry Darger, who by the way never met Wolfi in person nor his work and listened to too much Neil Young on his last 3 years of life. His lucky number was 11 and apparently he had the same sleeping disorders that I have ( insomnia and light hypnopompic hallucinations).