non disegnare l’ultimo arco, accuccia la bestia, nutrila di bocconi d’oro

febbraio 11, 2011 § Lascia un commento

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The Alchemist’s Omelette

If he traces three more arcs, he will make a cat–
not a common striped creature like Arnolfini’s
ginger tom–but an incandescent beast

with onyx eyes. Nim pauses, his horn-nib suspended
over the page, then inscribes two arcs
at the proper declension.The third curve tries

to draw itself. He hears the thin hiss as it sucks
at the Chinese ink, and then it crouches,
frustrated and invisible, a long quiver

in the air waiting for a weight of colour.
Around Nim, flickers prowl and growl
in unfinished flourishes, designs and devices

all requiring just one more touch suddenly
to be, to leap from some tangled dimension
into the simple now. If he closes his eyes

he can see scattered points of light.
They burrow beneath his lids and prickle
against the skin of his sight. He knows

eyes peel like onions, burst like ripe grapes.
Space, busy with nearly-but-not-quite,
presses around him with an undercurrent

of insect vibration. The sound grows louder,
breaks, concentrates into a small beat, tac
tac, the eggtooth of an unhatched chick

trying to crack its shell. The egg, that symbol
of perfection, which hangs above Piero’s Madonna.
He curls his fingers around the smooth, cool concept

and smells incense. Once you are, he whispers,
you will die. Time has stronger magic than mine.
Without the last stroke, you have Forever.

The unpersuaded air tensions between chair and chair,
chair and table, like cittern strings. His mouth becomes
the hole in a sound-box, rounded by surprise

as four claws rip through incompletion like knives
through a curtain. A woman, with long chestnut hair
and skin as blue as gentian bells, is the first.
She leads a great lynx on a golden cord.

M.A. Griffiths

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