the beginning is a bit of jamming before we started, but i liked it so i left it. Performed at The Shag in London.
A city is desire for another city
In the opposite direction and down
Down through unclear tunnels
Down through velvet layers
All the way to the clean crisp sheets in your mother’s house
To the rattling of the coffee cups that you hear in your shallow sleep and
To the radio that announces the news
As if the world exists
It’s your mother and her interest in faraway islands’ energy.
It’s my mother and my interest in her old photos.
It is me the parasite.
This city is persistent desire for another city.
This city is everywhere, its borders fading into endless now.
Banality sticky with pebbles and sparkle.
Salty mist followed the train all through the mountains and plains
Coating the passing landscapes in a rustling foil
And every little house on the other side of the window held promise of a happy end.
Women on the balustrades, project into the street,
down to the sailors sticky sweets,
conned tourists red of face.
scent of spices, of the open sea,
the perfect dream of an exotic harbour
Fear sharpens the beauty of the night: You look sharp tonight baby.
Exploded in the noisy cloud of dust.
We are here to remain, in love with everything that is not here
In love with absence.
Was it the first or the second time an old lady told me
I should cover my arms when in holy places?
Felt I could do that
I can obey more than I can be free
I can hide better than I can be seen
But the border is open now, cross it
One day we will talk about that sitting on the juiciest grass
Surrounded by pigeons and pelicans
We will eat hot dogs in perfectly rounded skirts
Completed and timeless.
I remember happiness, confusion, boats, and sun
And ice cream
She told a lie to a taxi driver that she was on a business trip,
something to do with old languages,
The same thing she told to a homeless charmer
That looks good in photos, that looks good on big gardened widows’ sofas.
Kids dyed hair in dirty gold, smoking on the highway, doing stunts for stiff, engaged drivers.
Your tactic was simple: I want to be that star
In the yellow glow that rises above the bridges, through the colonnade of people fishing
And billboards announcing the design week, I was running to our hotel
Its nicely packed soaps and slippers
Nicely folded newspapers you are able to read.
Alone on the train again along the curving walls,
that took me by surprise,
To the clear
To the sea and desire for God
that I pretend to just partly understand
Just this big water and oily bodies make me want.
Her ex-lover, beheaded, came in with the tide
Over and over that body was coming in with the tide
Limbs soft and stretched
His sweat and the pain of denial made
The long necked palms bend over
To push through
Rude sticky flowers
Sweating horror of the sunny afternoon
Arms discarded like broken branches after a storm
heading to the bar where staring people, have real jobs and strong hands.
From forgotten city gardens
You could hear growling of the big cats
Licking soft torn sleeves
Shouting in the park
“You ugly bitch I wanna stab you to death”
That’s what I want to do with myself, she thought, just passing flatly by the people crash
Then we could hear a familiar name
And loud singing, and crickets, millions of them, all through the
voices coming from the city beach.
Voices of beings and happenings that are going on without us
And more and more without us
Every moment somebody becomes too old for certain cities: the strange-looking hair on those kids
Every moment an undiscovered star wears out
But this swamp will love you
preserve your dreams like a strawberry jam
that sweetens your ever reducing days
The sun is unpleasantly yellow and the big flood wave is expected any moment
The shadows are long and slow
Spiders are falling down from the trees, sand is on the bed
Between toes and fingernails, we are cleaning it constantly,
the sand is everywhere
You are waking often; we talk often in pauses in between two dreams,
I can hear the city behind the blinds;
I can feel it penetrating
of desired cold.