REdefinition #2 - evaluated

Language

 

 

We do not want to swim

            I hear

I steal a flower, stick it behind my ear,

spring, take a header in the water.

Take it further.             To your world.

Possibly I am done with it.

Do the opposite

Flower behind ear,

steal one more.

Spring. One Moment. Yes. Moment

                                   'I hate saltwater'

 

We do not want to swim.

            'Do you understand we don't want to swim',

want closer and the red horizon in stomachs makes us float up.

Up

why fight?

            'it is nice'         I hear,

the world has escaped.

Spring again. Again. Again. Spring again. Spring. Spring.

Spring. We Spring.

            Header from the shore,

ankles are strong.

But I do not want to swim.                 One moment.

 

 

This is the first of all letters,

what if this is the first of all letters?

 

 

The sun is sitting so tight in my throat that nausea crops up.

Up.

A wave over the tongue,

                                   hits the teeth.

                                   Stays.

Spring again. Stay.

 

 

We would like to walk along,

            if possible.

Send wind through the arm, let the sun

strand on your tounge.           Hand over the moment.

The wind and desire in ankles,

which ache.

 

We try to walk. My ankles are too strong,

I can not reach your steps,

                                   and talk?

'I hate language, show me if it's anything else than preserving!'

I scream your ear, hammer your backhead, kick

                                   the hollow of your knee to fall.

 

 

The best is the thrown eggs in the corner.

And the sound of wet bread, thrown against the wall,

                                   I've heard,

it was about love

the drowned knees, which desires.

 

 

Do not want to swim.

Could you hear, you would know,

I have stopped long ago.        Silently.           Unfortunately.

That was the challange and game,

that I walked with you. One moment.

            The challenge of staying does not exist,

            I hear. Again,

as defiance; this saltwater.

It screams my eyes,

            ankles are so strong,

I hear my knees break

            'wheather it's fun?'

I can assure it is not.

I train them, the knees, that I cannot walk along.

Next to. Yes.               It is enough.

 

 

She walks

            I hear

next to,            walks

Springs. One moment. Dissolve.

My spring was before and after.

                                   Incomprehensible.

I have never heard you before,

the music she danced to,

                                   the light she saw,

                                   the springing,

                                   the moment.

 

 

Wind in the arm reaches out,

the wave stops at the teeth,

            the sound is constructed,

the saltwater pushes us up.

Up

So I try to break the water, throw

my ankles against the edge of the bed. Again. Again.

The attempts to throw up are futile. Up.

 

'I have said we don't want to swim'

the wave stops at the teeth,

spring, take a header from the stones. The ground is too close,

ankles are too strong.

The world has escaped. Jump again. Again. Again.

Again.

            The flower is still behind my ear.

 

 

Words by Marianne Klausen / p+c UNOIKI 2011