The musicians who accompany Aldo in his poetry reading are Mario Rechtern from Austria, on reeds and self-made instrument, and Eric Zinman on piano and euphonium. October 5, 2005 you who more than once survived daring to steal one more kiss from death’s seductive lips you who many times was blinded by the moon’s total eclipse’s fiery edges the hidden sun’s energy burning with visions you who believed that creativity & freedom are as essential as breathing oxygen is for life witnessed the conquering barbarian invasion you who once sang childhood songs to the wind the melodies blown away with old war memory dust one day they found you scavenging through garbage cans & junk yard refuse talking about waste & futility searching for real meaning your racing media mind plays images of wolves & wild horses chasing fleeting clouds to freedom you spoke of menacing deep hollow darkness swallowing the mind & soul you spoke of fear as a controlling power your strange obsessed visions have aroused the authority’s suspicion you could be a possible danger to society are you a paranoid madman a subversive mind playing a fool hiding a destructive secret plan in the brain? they have isolated you under surveillance inside the psycho-ward at the state controlled institution iron bars over the window fragment the sky’s desire for freedom during the induced sleep they inject the TRUTH SERUM they insert the spy-chip inside the brain collecting data from images floating unconsciously free analyzing them for potentially threatening content experimenting with the latest technology they try to reprogram your mind to willingly accept the brave virtual new reality painful war memories flashback project from your mind’s antique lanterna magica the lips speak silence to the open wound hallucinating you see van gogh’s sunflowers growing from wasted visionaries’ ashes reaching for the sun the hidden flames burning with CREATIVITY & FREEDOM YOU DID RESIST October 28, 2006 she sings to the child flies swarming over the frail body she sings rocking the child in her arms the voice adding layers to resistance graffiti over the shell-wounded surviving wall she sings rocking the child a famished dog scavenging among few scattered corpses she sings rocking the child’s head without gravity swollen eyes without sight rocking the weightless body getting cold evening sun disappearing she sings rocking the child under hidden stars till daybreak past noon rocking past the new descending evening sun the child’s mouth not breathing she sings rocking the child’s lifeless body much colder this catatonic woman to this day still is rocking the lost child in her arms July 30, 2006 they are lost in an apocalyptic landscape running- - - - - -through the unpredictable geometry of chaos running- - - - - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction running- - - - - -through craters of blood - human carnage running- - - - - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction running- - - - - -through massacred children - chocking dust running- - - - - -through pounding explosions - endless destruction running- - - - - - through the silence of humanity lost in the barbarian world coming to be June 9, 2005 yesterday dreaming I heard the rain’s black enamel drops falling over van gogh’s starry night swirling dripping with metaphysical intricate webs a jackson pollock dance penetrating the transplanted cornea inside night’s blind spot the world was spinning out of control increasing speed breaking the sound barrier & with surveillant eyes imbedded in the deep black on black sky the RULER OF THE UNIVERSE rained down killer missiles exploding everywhere over the globe blowing up heads & minds dispersing body parts hanging from trees as etched by goya in the disaster of war suspended in outer space there were creative souls isolated tortured & blinded for envisioning entropy & chaos hearing easy listening drones played by collector’s gold coins before melting with nuclear lava inside a cave a surviving solitary hermit was endlessly rubbing 2 flint stones together a futile act attempting to make a spark starting a flame that would bring a light to the sidereal darkness swallowing the globe August 3, 2006 can the poet’s rage match the devastating power of the killer’s missile can the words spell out barbarian devastation can spoken words rise above the explosion dismembering the child can he write the smell of human decay can the poet give consciousness to silence |