erotic purge
by Roberto Lavidez
the persecuted
had become
the persecutors
in the
agonizing
choices
with which
real life
so often
confronts
men and
judges alike
possessing
the modicum
of the logos
to distinguish
right
from wrong
and the just
from the unjust
the fruit of
a cruel and
inhumane but
consistent
logic
imagining
the conspiracy
to be
much more
widespread
than it
actually was
forced to deal
with tangled
affairs and
obdurate
human nature
soon shaded off
into abstention
from life itself
condemning
a whole
generation
without
their consent
and against
their will
purging them or
reducing them
in some
other way
to mask
and assail
the folly of the
uninstructed
captured
in battle
and made
a slave
trapped in
a spiral of
increasing
sophistication
and complexity
possibly
democracy
is the most
beautiful
of polities
when the
slave’s lot
not being
able to speak
one’s mind
is to be
discerned
in the
heaven’s
and the
movement
of the stars
his politics
equated with
erotic dreams
inculcating in
a metaphysical
maze
a sense of
ineradicable
inferiority
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ruled by
dreams
by Roberto Lavidez
the widespread
sense of
awakening
to a new
consciousness
of freedom
in the face of
overwhelming
apparently
insurmountable
obstacles
and resistance
the capacity
to be open
to things and
let them be
divorced from
an empirically
informed
understanding
of the way
the world
works
where weighty
consequences
are at stake
situations of
life and death
extremes
all that is
titanic
potent and
massive
neither purely
transparent
nor completely
opaque
entering some
strange universe
of the shown
and the hidden
the unconcealed
and the
concealed
retaining
something
that will soon
be gone forever
the infinity of
what there is
to know
where absolutes
dissolved into
a profundity
of significant
pattern
and mysterious
purpose
in the depths
of all things
ruled by
the dreams
of despotism
a pervasive sense
of futility
of the human
condition
before the
incomprehensibility
of grave drama
an incineration
celebrates
perhaps
the nothing
of the all
that which
covers
the light
is destroyed
its destruction
without return
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nothing has changed
by Roberto Lavidez
nothing has
changed
and yet
everything
is different
everywhere
there is
dust and
sand
everything
languishes
we forget
that the
future was
not yet there
everything
is deception
seeking the
minimum
of illusion
like the weird
image of the
fairy tale
which can
turn its eyes
at will and
behold itself
each one
knows that
the other
knows it
who by means
of his knowledge
plunges nature
into the abyss
inextricably
interlocked
somersaulting away
down the ages
weary of being
disgusted
with existence
owing the frightful
uncertainty of all
conditions of life
craves the
last breath
craves suffocation
the silencing
of will and desire
all you know of
is your own
misfortune
not a memory
without shadow
without escape
without shelter
then the remainder
of the thing in itself
then the residue
of the whole world
of appearances
and then even
the glimmer of
the undying fire
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voice of the
unnameable
by Roberto Lavidez
voice of the
unnameable
a ghost
of
sorts
living
within
the monster
and knowing
its entrails
exposed
with no
world
to inhabit
inflicted by the
unimaginative
in a
desperate
attempt to
resist the
cruel waves
of life
relying on
the
incomprehensible
notion of
the
infinitesimal
a man
pursued
by himself
cannot break
free from
the context
in
which
his thought
arises
exhibiting a
wide range
of moods
from
wrathful
to
sentimental
caught up
too far in a
gathering
storm
of his own
making
the mess
of
feelings
that cliché
can neither
hide nor
contain
he knew the
meanderings
of every
river
the secrets
of
every hill
the intrinsic
interest
of problems
concerning
his role
in
history
surrounded
by
satellites
proselytes
and
necromancers
the confused
and
unpersuasive
fragments of
an ideology
by imitation
philosophers
longing for
the
normal
rhythm
of homo sapiens
upon this
planet
in which
poverty
ignorance
and
violence
will be
only
prehistoric
memories
the dead
chat
happily
among
themselves
minds free
from
disturbance
and bodies
free from
pain
through
dreams
they show
the contradiction
of living in
a society
to which one
cannot be
reconciled
they fly
without
moving
and tell
truths
to deaf ears
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between us
by Roberto Lavidez
a war is not
only between
us and them
but between
us and us
the answers
have been
kept closely
guarded
not least
the truth
about a
final
mystery
everything
else
arise from
all else
and all is
mirrored
in all else
the mind
content
with forming
fantasies
could not
find its way
around the
bewildering
labyrinth of
rival claims
and alleged
exploits
tales of
obsession
tormented
egotism
existential
foreboding
mired in
insoluble
internal conflicts
complicated
as the
quantum
world of the
atom itself
untrodden by
foot of man
wish-possibilities
lying in
wait
would
overstep
make the
fatal mistake
at any
given time
losing the
appearance
of absurdity
and
incoherence
of dreams
a grim
reminder
of the
unwritten
law of
expediency
all that
remains
is your
personal word
sounding
like
a distant
tambourine
announcing
its arrival
skirting
the depths
of
dissonance
and the
limits
of harmony
floating
about
like
punctuation
without
much else
in between but
a resignation
to the
inevitable
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wrapped in
all sorts
of
grotesque
ways
by Roberto Lavidez
walking
the birth
of other
men’s
memories
the birth
of history
or of many
histories
stepping
into
explosive
situations
to fan
the flames
of disorder
given the
failure
of the
utopias
of the world
the
attribution
of a terrifying
power of
retribution
the applauding
crowds of
yesterday
have become
today
a cursing
abusive mob
puzzled by
what is not
obvious
or already
explained
within the
existing
system
of ideas
the weakness
of our grip
on a world
of vanished
complexity
a chronic
situation
for a long
time
transforming
to warp
to falsify
to move away
from the
truth
bearing
major
burden of guilt
for the
turmoil
created
believing in
the
ancient
doctrine
of good and
evil
as the twin
foundations
of existence
an inability
to imagine
serious
alternatives
as long as
appearances
were
maintained
no one
seemed
to ask
questions
even in the
daydream
we are
speechless
everybody
gladly
falls for
illusions
having dealt
close to
death
or seeks
some belief
that gives
a sense
of reality
dark
memories
would fade
into more
fanciful
recollections
of endurance
wrapped
in all sorts
of grotesque
ways
with little
or no sleep
pointing up
into space
a boundless
arena
as it is
below
so it is
above
and there is
nothing more
to know
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rubric of
appearances
by Roberto Lavidez
in a
mindless age
every
insight
takes on
the
character of
a lethal
weapon
assailed by
questions
without
answers
it had to be
imagined
why were
we
killing
and being
killed
knowing
nothing
but loathing
and fury
and the
impossibility
of squaring
the circle
denying
the
possibility
of its being
done
in the
metaphysical
sense
the man
under
the rubric
of
appearances
seems to be
tangled up
in a kind of
ball
keeping
the
absurd alive
a little
hunger
sharpened
his wits
and
reflexes
and improved
his courage
his ideas
are agents
as sure as
guns
and bombs
desiring
for
revenge
showing its
inextricability
from the
sinews
of time
and light
made free
by
passions
intersecting
with the
natural
universe
it leaps
forth
like a cry
from
the body
revolted
at
the sight
of too much
cruelty
growing out
of the barrel
of a gun
the paths
to
destruction
are often
indirect
the only
boon
he can beg
for
is the
stroke
that reduces
patterns
a wonderful
mixture
of good and
evil
to single
atomlike existence
where strength
resides
in the hair
long and primitive
head reeling
in a cloud
contemplating
powerlessness
and loneliness
with intense
anxiety
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