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74

Beyond the limits of urban landscape

OCTOBER (KETHEB MERIRI)

City erotopographies

(on

Hiawatha

aria)

S

cene

1: W

hat

is

the

shape

of

the

city

?

Emblem:

As Spring comes and goes, thus the terrain was drawn

while, like a trapper on the Ontario,

going back through the north-east

suburbs towards the via Emilia

searching shelter from the ocean storm

in the evenings of the lowlands

(E)

(G#)

(A)

(D)

à la CCCP

The space between the river and the hills,

(E)

(G#)

(A)

(D)

The frightenend

limen

clutching the hillside,

(E)

(G#)

(A)

(D)

margin blending into the marshy night

(E)

(G#)

(A)

(D)

Ad lib.

under the cold signs of the

Ursa

.

The never-ending shallows where the void

traces increasingly uncertain coastal lines,

draws fossil dunes drifting away,

remote like a yellow and sandy,

distant African weather front,

like a simoon from faraway,

lost at the end of time and parallels.

The setting sun passing through it

in a cobweb of electrical broken chords

in an

alas

! of cold off-key metals:

this is the golden age

Springtime has been a foreboding

of fresh limitless meadows

in the midst of a continent to come,

its rims protected by tall cliffs

against the icy polar winds.

the jungle of June at the heart of the year

and of the hot stream of blood explodes

with a full sun within the days of panic,

at the end of the month of Ophiucus.

The fresh night air welcomes

all children left to themselves,

isolation

of things consumed,

orphanity of abandoned cities:

you can feel remote tangential forces

through their silent body

unknown, incessant waves pass

in front of you in the immensity of the plain:

heavy vehicles fleeing

the lost noise of racing lorries

or a far-off screeching of rails,

the deep breath of the urban complex

asleep, the muttering of ganglions

of vital knots, limbic system,

the oniric chatter of the dead

intertwined with conscious sleep

(it’s the fluttering of eyelashes, the r.e.m.)

(jerking like a reptile or a dog’s nightmare).

Here begins the aeolian landscape

of sandy canyons,

life in a northern

town

where rivers of lead flow,

never-ending boreal plains,

patterned ground and networks.