"Please find for me a sunspot in this cemetery...."
His ultimate- and the only --prayer --
in his life long beseeching of mute,
The prisoner with the poisoners dust of his dreaming
settling the time. The unspoken desire..
for innocence...
as the value of watch,
which he had pawned
in lieu off the prostitute.
the value of innocence
he has pawned for habit...
the Time he has pawned
for dream:
And the Dream:
the landscape of the love story
the poverty cover of Land
the entitlement -- title's
"The Purity and the Pimp...."
The love story...
Under the cover of girl's festive dress
which was bought
by the grayish of all the daydreamers - the pimp.
the pimp, the dreamer --fighting his fate
on the permanent brink of despair,
on the rails of the bridge,
walking
with the pictures of death punctuating his path -
the photography transparent with his senseless
six-sense of foreboding, as he dreams
of the funerals -- slant on the road
the processions, glued to the road,
the senseless vector of death -
glued to the road...
and it swings, it forebodes -
spreading his feet for the balance of vision --
glued to the road...
the stupidity of the vision - the six-sense of the fool
The fool!!! - he has finally dreamed up
his own witness to death...
he has conjured not the god
of the vengeance
but the kindest of the gravediggers
The simpleton... shoveling soil from the grave
into the bird-view of land...
and they bargain, - i guess it's the custome
among the sellers and buyers of mercy,
and they bargain -- the sun and the death
for --why not?
why not after all?
--the grave under the sunspot..,
for a young-- slightly confused --nice-looking man
like yourself
why then not?
Oh, the sly laboring innocence of the gods:
the smile and the back of the gravedigger... the death...
the mortal time suffocating in the clutches of sand,
the swing of the laces - the trembling innocent dust,
the dust of the funeral flowers - and the purity --
the death attire of purity - that has finaly been attained!!
But awake!!!.....
... sit on the life's curb ..
chat with the friends...
wait!!! -- wait tll the death,
the real death will occur..as it always does...
The real accident? - The real accident -- it will happen..
as it always does...
in a chasing of roaring cars, motorcycles, and trains...
in the chasing after unknown salvation
in the chasing for the oblivion
it will come...will ocurr
in the crashing of flesh --
the escape
the final vision of friends
caught and chained..
as life goes on
on the other side of the screen..
ACCATTONI...and PASOLINI
18 Апрель 2011 г. в 23:04