They call me Gianni They call me Jim But also Dominic In both genders In every guise
Whether it be Gianni, Jim or Dominic In the present tense as in the past First or third person We're talking of the same person With the difference that each one Speaks in another tongue Confounding strangers Claims the spiteful gossip
At times Gianni and Jim will be one and the same At times they will oppose each other Sometimes they might act as total strangers And so it goes for both Dominics
The distance between them may be paper thin Or else wide as the ocean That which separates two languages Or lies, mute, within the blood cells
Mon nom est Gianni Mon nom est Jim Mais aussi Dominique Dans les deux sens Et donc dans tous les sens
Que se soit Gianni, Jim ou Dominique Au present comme au passé A la première personne ou à la troisième Il s'agit de la même personne A ceci près que chacune d'entre elles Est marquée par le sceau d'une langue L'assaut, diront les esprits chagrins
Tantôt Gianni et Jim se confondront Tantôt ils s'opposeront Tantôt ils ne se reconnaîtront plus Et il en sera de même avec les deux Dominique
Parfois l’écart entre eux sera infime Ou alors aussi vaste qu'un océan Celui qui sépare les idiomes Ou se mesure à la mixité du Sang
what is it that makes love so uncharitable turning the heart into a time bomb and you into a gentle-faced terrorist? feel how it scuds along the arteries like churning breakers while the silence of permafrost wells inside your bones how everything jumbles up in the head where the seasons have lost their bearings and the memory cells refuse to connect you used to marvel at nature's discoveries but now understand that man's quest for infinity is an ongoing battle against his own imperfections why else would he spend his resources trying to tame matter and antimatter quelling the fires that set our planet ablaze and that which spills out of the sun it is love he wishes to domesticate that most treacherous and uncontrollable quantity which, for God knows what reason, originates in the heart and wreaks so much havoc you then close your eyes and, suddenly, start melting before the smile of a little boy
pourquoi I'amour est-il si peu charitable qui met à la place du coeur une bombe à retardement et fait de toi un terroriste au sourire doux, presqu'engageant? sens comme il s'infiltre dans les artères et prépare la tempête tandis que dans tes os règne le silence, glacial et blanc, comme tout se bouscule dans ta tête, où les saisons ont perdu la boussole et la mémoire fout le camp naguère tu restais émerveiIIé devant les choses de la nature mais aujourd'hui tu as compris que la quête de l'infini est le champ de bataille de tes imperfections sinon pourquoi I'homme passerait-il son temps à essayer d’apprivoiser la mati&re et son contraire éteignant les incendies qui font ressembler la terre à un astre en perpétuelle combustion? tout cela parce que de I'amour, il réclame le jeu mais rejette le hasard toujours aussi traître et incontrôlable, ce coeur qui n'a de comptes à rendre à personne et qui se moque des intelligences artificielles autant que de celle des hommes mais se met à fondre devant la moue enjouée d'un enfant
a trillion heartbeats for those video clips telegems that fade subliminally fimbriating the outer reaches of your shadow memories a taste of cinders at the root of your tongue
teledreams seep into the bloodstream initiating rituals whose mysteries will forever remain buried like so many aborted thoughts which could otherwise have been cloned
anguish refuses to be measured you nonetheless challenge it feigning resignation or indifference giving up your existence in exchange of theirs, the golden, the gritty
Out in the streets you suddenly wonder why everything seems so static when still in your ears lingers the drone of a space-chopper squadron and question the pavement as though it were alive.
before you just allowed the color box to misinform or entertain you until your office became fitted with computers and the Asian-made portables followed you from doorstep to car, from taxi to plane
How perfectly you then seemed to have adapted! You even coined new words which were universally understood when wishing not to be interrupted it was: "tele-you-mind?" When the kids had to go to bed, You insisted they stop their 'teleantics'
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pour ces lèvres-vidéo, à mille saccades secondes, ton coeur bat la chamade pour ces vidéo-gemmes qui s'effacent en un clin d'oeil après s’être sournoisement mêlées aux contours de ta mémoire et déposent au fond de la gorge ce goût de songe calciné
rêves-vidéo qui s'infiltrent dans tes artères engendrant des rituels dont les mvstères demeureront à jamais enfouis, pareils à ces pensées avortées qui se reflèteraient dans le palais des glaces où tes propres clones surgiraient à foison
l'angoisse se refuse à la mesure cependant que tu l’y contrains lui opposant ta superbe indifférence échangeant ton âme contre ce tracé en or plaqué qui s’évertue à épouser toutes les formes de la nature en plus de celles de tes cauchemars
dans la rue, tu te demandes pourquoi tout est soudain si statique tandis que quelque part dans ta tête souffle encore la Tempête du Desert
il n'y a pas si longtemps, devant ton écran TGD, tu te goinfrais de dés/info avec en prime le quart d'heure de pub et le téléfilm de la soirée à présent ton bureau est bardé d'ordinateurs et de gadgets à puces fabriqués dans l’une des quatre patries où le tigre était roi
combien admirable a été ton recyclage tellement admirable que tu as inventé de nouveaux adages lorsque tu désirais ne pas être dérangé, tu disais 'télé/ssez-moi' et aux enfants qui veillaient tard c’était ‘allons, vidéo-dodo’.
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OF HUMAN BONDS by Albert Russo
Oh how I envy those who are sure of everything and especially of their own place in society! am I still being naive in spite of having lived on three different continents and in as many countries? have I become cynical? My nature refuses that alternative and this is probably why I keep marveling at things and at people’s reactions I believed I knew what friendship meant as well as the value of family bond Take my beloved brother, he’s always been some kind of a rebel but I understood him, until ... until ... he rebelled against me for some very futile remark I made Did I say futile? Apparently not to him! And we didn’t speak for months after that he claimed that I had insulted his dignity in hindsight, I admit that I might have been somewhat curt but really meant no harm since it hurt me so much to be estranged from him and since our adored mother suffered in silence I called him and said I was sorry the word sorry meant two different things to him and to me he thought I had apologized for a wrong I had done I only wanted to reconnect, still convinced of my innocence since I had let my nerves speak out, not my heart Then there’s the case of a once dear friend we were supposedly kindred spirits and believed our minds so beautifully jelled that often words were unnecessary Last summer he was beset with serious problems his folks’ health began to worry him and he lost his credit line with his bank, then his girlfriend was going to leave him I was there when he needed me and he seemed so grateful Then, three months later, I was the one who needed help I emailed him, once, twice, three times, in vain, then left a message on his answering machine, begging him to call me in my fourth email I expressed panic and dismay and scolded him violently he finally answered, by email, to tell me to go to hell and to never contact him again. Had we spoken to each other, things would have returned as they had been, but he refused any further approach on my part , trashing my mail, for I also wrote him letters The consequence of this is that I no longer believe in lifelong frienships, worse still, in making new friends If you have any, you can count them on only one hand It is also clearer to me now why strangers, and even whole nations can so easily flare up and declare war It is only the spirit of the departed which you can really count on for solace, unconditionally, - and maybe on angels if you believe in their existence
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