Come see the light in my eyes. The world leaves me behind. Day by day. Days of yesterday ended fast. Dreams that die so slow. Fallen to mercy. I sit alone in a room of my own. I walk and i see. Inside the womb. Lost in time. Making clothes for hungry souls. My hands hold the flesh of my soul. My love, sacrifice yourself again. See feel, taste and take. Take me again. The sadness in my heart. The early day drags through mid day. The hands that pray. The flesh that's dead. The pounding
About the Author
I write poetry creating situations and breaking the passivity of the reader. I want to amplify the astonishment of the reader by writing compositions of settings that generate dark poetic images that leave traces and balances on the edge of recognition and alienation.
My poetry appears as dark dreamlike images in which fiction and reality meet, well-known tropes merge, meanings shift, past and present fuse. Time and memory always play a key role. By putting the reader on the wrong track, I try to create poetry in which the actual event still has to take place or just has ended: moments evocative of atmosphere and suspense that are not part of a narrative thread. The drama unfolds elsewhere while the build-up of tension is frozen to become the memory of an event that will never take place.
My poetry is based on inspiring situations: feeling that reflect a sensation of indisputability and serene contemplation, combined with subtle details of odd or eccentric, humoristic elements. By applying a poetic and often metaphorical language, I wants the reader to become part of the poem as a kind of added component. Poetry is entertainment: to be able to feel and interact with the poem is important.
My poetry is given improper functions: significations are inversed and meanings merge. Words are dissociated from their original meaning, by which the system in which they normally function is exposed. Initially unambiguous meanings are shattered and disseminate endlessly.